Another early morning of sneaking out.
The path from Stephan's room to the door is worn out by now, a simple enough route for Theresa to have memorised by now.
If it weren't for the figure in the way.
Therese lifts her face to meet the eyes of the one evasive figure she's been eager to see again.
"Hi, Theresa." He smiles brightly.
"Good morning Jake," she finds herself smiling in return.
"You know, I've been meaning to ask you what do you do?"
Considering she's available for sex in the most random of times and weekdays.
Theresa turns sharply on her heels to face Jake. "What?"
"Yeah, what do you do all day? Like, what do you do for a living? Wait, that came out wrong. What I meant to ask was really what do you do when you're not with Stephan?"
"You're asking me what do I do when I'm not screwing Stephan?"
"No, God no. Sorry, that's not —" he stopped talking and realised she was just laughing.
So he doesn't know she's a hooker. Is it considered lying if she just doesn't tell him everything? Theresa gets the feeling he wouldn't approve of her side job.
"I'm a med student Jake. I was just kidding with you, don't worry."
The blinding smile he gives her gets her through the day. If only he knew she was a hooker...
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Historia CortaIn 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?"
