Chapter Six
“I’ve always fantasised about being a prostitute,” she said one day, quite out of the blue. “Of course no one’s ever offered to pay me. I wonder what I’d do if they did.”
“What sort of prostitute?” I asked. “A street corner w***e, a high-priced escort? A girl in one of those brothels they used to have in France?”
“High-priced, probably.”
“You wouldn’t be short of customers,” I said. She was a good-looking girl, as I’ve said before. She had a classy look, slim, blonde, a long, straight nose, long, straight legs too.
“Think so?” she said. “Maybe I’ll charge my next date.” She gave a little laugh. I wondered if she was serious. My c**k twitched.
It was often the way of it with her, that she would trail something that was on her mind to do, let it mature for a while before br
