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Code Word PenningtonTHE CLOSER I GET, the more fearful I become. Oblivious to what lies beyond those doors, I imagine dangerous criminals ready to interrogate rigorously before allowing me into their private sanctum. And if they discover the hidden camera, circumstances could get nasty. I'm ill-equipped to protect myself against God knows what. Will they question my age? Young men buying s*x is not an anomaly. It happens all the time, though it's never been a desire of mine. I've often imagined men's humiliation, bidding physical pleasure from strangers. Such brief discomfort can't match women's degradation, tendering flesh for survival.
The closest I've come to an escort, call girl, whatever they call themselves was my brother's bachelor's party. The tawdry act stirred sadness, not l
