I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s very attractive friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing...