Melanie used the toe of her stiletto to snuff out her cigarette, then looked around nervously. He was late. She hated when they were late. Melanie knew she wasn’t safe here for long. A new client would come along and insist she leave with him or the police would do a roundabout and make them move on.
She was getting agitated. Her pulse quickened and the ringing in her ears had begun. These men needed to learn to respect her time.
He pulled up at last. “Sorry I am late.”
“Oh it’s okay” Melanie cooed entering the car. “It gave me a chance to think of something special, just for you”.
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