Dillon checked himself once more in the hotel elevator’s mirrored interior. He was getting nervous. This wasn’t just a first date, it was his first date for pay.
       Room 214, to the left.
       They called her “Insatiable”, the agency’s best customer. She devoured men, at least three a week, sometimes in pairs. She was the agency’s initiation and trial by fire, less then half of the new escorts passed.
       He knocked on the door.
       When it opened Dillon knew he couldn’t go through with it.
       He looked down at the familiar woman in the red evening dress and said, “Mom?”

©opyleft 2003 Tone Milazzo
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  1. Comment by the_bone — December 31, 1969 @ 7:00 pm

  2. ‘Nuff said. If I had been drinking, you’d owe me a keyboard.

    Comment by the_bone — November 10, 2003 @ 3:16 pm

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