I looked surprised at the face of the man who invited me to his condo.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Sixteen." He smiled faintly at me.
My lips parted a bit. Wouldn't it be strange for a sixteen-year-old boy to come buy my services?
"I'll see you when the pub closes," I uttered.
"Can I have your number?" he asked.
"Give me your phone," I uttered.
He handed the phone to me. I pressed my number for him to go. When finished, I handed the phone back.
"My name is Brandon," he said.
"Hmm," I replied shortly.
"And your name is...?"
I didn't answer. I just turned my back on him and walked into the pub.
"Hey...you still haven't told me what your name is," he shouted behind me but I didn't care.
I walked back to the table and noticed Marco sitting there, flirting with a woman. This man i
