It's 9:06 A.M.
Theresa rides the subway on her way to Queens. Line M is noticeably full on a Sunday morning.
She managed to sneak out of Stephan's undetected, but this action did not bring the satisfaction that usually accompanied this feat. Her damned mind even betrayed her with thoughts of Jake. Had he even been home?
It takes less than a minute for the black case inside her purse to chime with a text, thus diverting her mind of any guilty thoughts of a certain handsome roommate.
Stephan's flashing name reminds her it's arguably the first time she's heard anything from him today.
how much to become a regular?
Six words reveal a shocking reality.
She's never had a regular before.
Must be hard to find hookers that still have firsts.
Indecisive, Theresa texts back to meet him on Tuesday afternoon. They can discuss prices then - and allow her enough time to process this newfound reality.
Holy fuck.
Hello, surgery summer program!
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in retrospective apologies, I will be travelling on Wednesday to BRAMUN (has anyone ever participated in MUN??) and don't know if I will be able to publish next Saturday...
In case I can't, I'll publish on that week's Wednesday
enjoy <3
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Emotional Outlets | ✓
Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
