Chapter 9

“Ohhh…” she purred. “That’s just how I want you to miss me.”

I looked down in embarrassment.

“You are so sweet!” she said. “What did you want to talk about?”

I glanced at the front seat. Car laughed and pressed a button on the door. The window separating the driver from the passengers slid slowly up.

“I had some thoughts this morning. Why isn’t this prostitution?”

“Is that what’s bothering you?” Car looked at me. “Well, with prostitution there’s never an emotional involvement, for one thing. A prostitute works like a business. She doesn’t get involved. She does what’s requested. I don’t think we’ll be like that. We’re already a little emotionally involved, aren’t we?”

I nodded my agreement.

“I will pay you to be my personal assistant and take taxes out on that. That way the IRS won’t get suspicious. The remaining moneys will be in the form of gifts. Does that help?”

I nodded.

“Will I always just be with you? Or will you want me to entertain some of your friends?”