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and definitely his cock.”
    As she talks, I realize how amazing her voice sounds. It’s rich, sensual, layered. It sneaks into you, warms you. As she describes what she likes, I find myself getting surprisingly turned on. It’s her voice: it’s captivating. I wonder what this woman looks like.  
    “Why’d you choose me?” I ask, when she finishes.
    She takes another long pause. “Something in your eyes. They lured me in.”
    “I’ve never had anyone mention my eyes before,” I confess. “Usually they notice the tattoos. What about my eyes?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation flowing. After all, this lady is getting billed every thirty seconds.
    Another long pause. Then she finally speaks, her voice low, like a whisper. “They’re haunted.”
    Her words linger in the air.  
    “Haunted?” I repeat.
    “Yeah,” she replies.
    Suddenly, I’m knocked out of the moment. This doesn’t feel like my standard website call. There’s something more going on here. The emotion in this woman’s voice, the fact she says my eyes are haunted… This isn’t just a hire-a-fuck call.  
    “My eyes are haunted. That’s what you like about them, huh?”
    I wait for her response. She finally admits, “When I saw them, I just felt like you might be able to relate to me.”
    Now it’s my turn to be quiet. I don’t know how to respond. Whose this stranger that’s just called me in the middle of the night? First, she says I’m haunted. Then, she thinks she can relate to me. How would she know?
    “I hope I haven’t offended you,” she says when I don’t say anything.
    “No,” I tell her. “You just caught me off guard. I guess haunted is an accurate description of me these days.”
    I hear her sigh. “Me too,” she admits quietly. Then her tone changes, her voice grows stronger. “I think I’m building up the courage to go through with this,” she says. “Can we meet?”  
    I’m still thrown off by our exchange and take a moment to respond. “Yeah, of course. Tonight?”
    “Yes. Is that a problem?”
    “Not at all,” I say. “I promise; you won’t be disappointed.” I hate saying that line but Shane insists.  
    “Satisfaction guaranteed, huh?” She replies. Damn her voice sounds sexy. It’s sarcastic and feminine but with many layers to it. It’s full bodied like a fine wine.
    “Before we meet,” I tell her. “I need to ask you something.”
    “Okay,” she replies.
    “You’re not a cop, are you?”
    She laughs. “No.”
    “Good. I just needed to check. Well, now that that is settled, why don’t we discuss some details.”
    She says she’s just interested in a quick session. She doesn’t know what she wants, and we decide to figure it out when we meet. When I mention my fee, she doesn’t hesitate and says it won’t be a problem. I ask her where she wants to meet and she says her home. I find that a bit unusual since I meet most of my clients in hotels.  
    “How long will it take you to get here?” she asks.
    “Well, you have to tell me where you live first.”
    “Duh. Sorry.”
    She gives me her address. It’s all the way on the other side of town… in the Hollywood hills, celebrity central. A far cry from my ghetto neighborhood in South LA.  
    “It’s the middle of the night, so not long,” I tell her. “But you know LA. You never know when you’re going to hit traffic.”  
    “Can you leave now?” she asks. Now that she’s made up her mind to go through with it, she doesn’t want to waste any time.  
    “Sure.”
    “Great. See you soon.”
    She hangs up. I look at my phone, still surprised by the tone of our conversation.  
    Haunted.  
    I stretch my arms and slowly get out of bed. I’m back on the clock.
    I step into the tiny bathroom of my shitty studio apartment and wash my face to wake up. As I dry off, I see the picture of Max pinned to the bathroom mirror. He’s smiling back at me. The picture was taken when he was healthy… before the cancer. I