Second Job
I meet a prostitute again in a business meeting, five years after I paid for her.The London train was quiet as I headed in on a day trip for a meeting. Unlike most trips, I had company part way. My daughter Helen and her friend Kim were also on board, staying overnight with some erotic purpose in mind. At least, that was my assumption from their whispering and giggling. I tried to concentrate on work but couldn't help glancing up from my laptop at Kim, who looked gorgeous. The girls got off at Finsbur...