Chapter Twenty
Cynthia was surprised when Mrs Marinello opened the door. All her previous clients were women of a certain age, mostly somewhere between forty and sixty. Mrs Marinello looked not much older than Cynthia herself, and certainly no more than her mid-twenties. She was very attractive: long blonde hair, worn loose, blue eyes, a mouth which promised a smile, with a trim figure, in jeans and t-shirt. It occurred to Cynthia to wonder why Mrs Marinello needed to pay for s*x. Surely a young, attractive woman could find it easily enough without paying. I’d f**k her for nothing, thought Cynthia.
Mrs Marinello welcomed her in pleasantly and ushered her into a large room, comfortably furnished, with a view onto a garden in full bloom. It was late afternoon and Mrs Marinello offered Cynt
