I whistled. “Wow,” I said.
She smiled. “I want you to have half of it,” she said.
“But why? I did nothing to earn it.”
“You are half of me,” she said. “That’s why. You’re such a good boy.”
Tears came to her eyes. I don’t know what brought this rush of emotion out of her. Perhaps it had something to do with f*****g two men without any emotion whatsoever. Women can be strange, I can’t say I always understand them.
After breakfast she took me upstairs. She suggested we take a bath together and I washed her all over and then we got into bed and I f****d her, tenderly, and then we went back to sleep.
She went on with the prostitution experiment for another couple of months. It amused her to be on this kind of relationship with men. In one sense it was demeaning; they had bought her and fe
