...She had been delaying making a decision on the Escort Agency thing for too long, aware of her fear that if she frequently encountered restaurant visits and other nice places with decently dressed guys being pleasant to her, treating her like a woman giving her a glimpse of her previous City life then her marriage would be in real danger of ending. It would be impossible living, days of a downtrodden housewife with piles of washing and ironing while her evenings were glitz, glamour and excitement. Her marriage may well be at the bottom of the top 100, but it was safe, she knew where she stood with him, enjoyed his lack of presence in the house even and his entertainment of other women meant she didn't constantly have to make herself available for him. Having eaten her cake, and dutifully collected each crumb on the end of her elegantly manicured finger before deciding there was nothing left Marie nudged at her friend's elbow, her eyes darting between Vanessa and the bashed and beaten but not eaten muffin.
“Wakey wakey. Hey, I was thinking, you like men tanned and good looking, the guy over by the counter, check shirt and chino's use your newly found talents, what's his poison?”
“Check shirt by the counter, got him, mmm yes.”
“So go on then, what is his poison?” Her face aglow with naughty anticipation.
“What are you talking about Marie?”
“Go on use your chat-line experiences tell me what his turn on is, or the Gent in the designer suit, you suppose he is all reserved and quiet or an animal in the bedroom?”
“Let me see, well first we need to give him a character and a name, casual clothes, tan like that he obviously doesn't spend much time indoors, he is a big guy so maybe a builder, no, boring, something a little more exciting gigolo/beach bum/charmer/rich kid maybe a combination of all four, which means he needs a name like Alexander or Daniel, no got it….”
“Right so what gets the continental looking, rich beach bum called Peter going then?”
“Well if you're sitting comfortable madam, I shall begin the story of an afternoon with Peter and then we'll do the suit…”
“Wakey wakey. Hey, I was thinking, you like men tanned and good looking, the guy over by the counter, check shirt and chino's use your newly found talents, what's his poison?”
“Check shirt by the counter, got him, mmm yes.”
“So go on then, what is his poison?” Her face aglow with naughty anticipation.
“What are you talking about Marie?”
“Go on use your chat-line experiences tell me what his turn on is, or the Gent in the designer suit, you suppose he is all reserved and quiet or an animal in the bedroom?”
“Let me see, well first we need to give him a character and a name, casual clothes, tan like that he obviously doesn't spend much time indoors, he is a big guy so maybe a builder, no, boring, something a little more exciting gigolo/beach bum/charmer/rich kid maybe a combination of all four, which means he needs a name like Alexander or Daniel, no got it….”
“Right so what gets the continental looking, rich beach bum called Peter going then?”
“Well if you're sitting comfortable madam, I shall begin the story of an afternoon with Peter and then we'll do the suit…”
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i myself am not a reader,i generally only read when laying on the beach on holiday. reading the snippet of chapter one i will be purchasing this book and will take time out to read it alone... some me time.
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