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you serious? So all the guys here have slept with her?”
“They still do. It’s not once. It’s whenever she calls for you.”
I can’t help but groan.
“You’d be surprised how quickly the guys jump into this life, like Tyler. We came here together, picked up from the same place, only I haven’t advanced like him. It’s not what I was expecting.”
“How is it better then? Where did you come from?”
I hear loud footsteps coming this way. “Don’t answer that,” Roxanne snarls, entering the room. “Don’t you dare answer that.”
He rushes off the table and I remove the facemask, seeing him grab a towel to cover his waist. His arms are crossed in a defensive stance as he bows his head—a mix of protest and obedience.
“This isn’t a date, it’s a rubdown. My men don’t need to be harassed with a string of personal questions.”
“I don’t mind. My answers have been discreet.”
“Shut up, Quinn. I mind.” She points a spindly finger at him then at me. “Can you finish this without interrogating him? Or should I send in someone else to finish the job?”
“I didn’t pay for anyone else.”
“I’ll finish up,” he says. “We’re good.”
With my hands covering my tits, I give her an appalled look, but she tosses one right back before walking out.
Nasty wench.
I tie the strings of my bikini then recline, giving the ceiling a good stare.
“How am I doing?” he asks with a half-grin, trying to lighten the mood.
“Great. The massage is great... but the lack of privacy sucks.”
“Well, let’s talk about you instead.” His hand streams up my arm then floats down to my wrist. “Tell me why you’re depressed.”
“That’s not an easy subject.”
“Then you decide what you’d like to say about yourself. How ‘bout a quick bio? If I found you on Facebook, what would be on your page?”
“Good question. You’d find a lot of posts about the mistreatment of animals, political issues, e-cards and gifs with foolish quotes, photos of my mom and me before she... died.” I take a deep breath. And another.
“You okay?”
“Yeah... lots of selfies when I’m drunk, and pictures of my uncle’s dog, Baxter... bits and pieces of my life. Although, I’m really just a nobody.”
“You’re pretty hard on yourself.”
“No. My mom used to say we’re born nobodies and become a somebody after we’ve fulfilled at least five life goals. So I’m still a nobody. I’m not hard on myself, it’s the truth.”
“That’s an odd thing to say... for your mom to say. Was she serious?”
“She was a high school guidance counselor and an overachiever who wanted me to be just like her, she was damn serious. We loved one another, but she’d be disappointed in what a failure I’ve become.”
“You’re only twenty.”
“Twenty is supposed to be a big year. I’m an adult and should be living on my own by now. She made me come up with a four-year plan when I started college and now I’m off course, way off course. Everything’s fucked up.”
“You can’t follow a fabricated plan. That’s not how life works.”
“It did for her.”
“Did it?”
I close my eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to buffer his words. It worked for her. It did.
“What about your dad?”
“Never knew him. My parents were divorced before I could even walk. And no, I have no siblings. My aunt and uncle who I came here with are my only family.”
“Friends?”
“Back in my hometown, but not in Albany where I’m living now. That will change once school starts in the fall. I’m transferring to the college where my uncle’s the head football coach.”
“Major?”
“Social Work.”
“Employed?”
“This reminds me of my college interviews, and no, not since last summer.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
“So what do you do? If you’re not in school, don’t work, and have no friends...”
“I reflect. I dream. I get angry about life. Fucking furious about life... sometimes...
“They still do. It’s not once. It’s whenever she calls for you.”
I can’t help but groan.
“You’d be surprised how quickly the guys jump into this life, like Tyler. We came here together, picked up from the same place, only I haven’t advanced like him. It’s not what I was expecting.”
“How is it better then? Where did you come from?”
I hear loud footsteps coming this way. “Don’t answer that,” Roxanne snarls, entering the room. “Don’t you dare answer that.”
He rushes off the table and I remove the facemask, seeing him grab a towel to cover his waist. His arms are crossed in a defensive stance as he bows his head—a mix of protest and obedience.
“This isn’t a date, it’s a rubdown. My men don’t need to be harassed with a string of personal questions.”
“I don’t mind. My answers have been discreet.”
“Shut up, Quinn. I mind.” She points a spindly finger at him then at me. “Can you finish this without interrogating him? Or should I send in someone else to finish the job?”
“I didn’t pay for anyone else.”
“I’ll finish up,” he says. “We’re good.”
With my hands covering my tits, I give her an appalled look, but she tosses one right back before walking out.
Nasty wench.
I tie the strings of my bikini then recline, giving the ceiling a good stare.
“How am I doing?” he asks with a half-grin, trying to lighten the mood.
“Great. The massage is great... but the lack of privacy sucks.”
“Well, let’s talk about you instead.” His hand streams up my arm then floats down to my wrist. “Tell me why you’re depressed.”
“That’s not an easy subject.”
“Then you decide what you’d like to say about yourself. How ‘bout a quick bio? If I found you on Facebook, what would be on your page?”
“Good question. You’d find a lot of posts about the mistreatment of animals, political issues, e-cards and gifs with foolish quotes, photos of my mom and me before she... died.” I take a deep breath. And another.
“You okay?”
“Yeah... lots of selfies when I’m drunk, and pictures of my uncle’s dog, Baxter... bits and pieces of my life. Although, I’m really just a nobody.”
“You’re pretty hard on yourself.”
“No. My mom used to say we’re born nobodies and become a somebody after we’ve fulfilled at least five life goals. So I’m still a nobody. I’m not hard on myself, it’s the truth.”
“That’s an odd thing to say... for your mom to say. Was she serious?”
“She was a high school guidance counselor and an overachiever who wanted me to be just like her, she was damn serious. We loved one another, but she’d be disappointed in what a failure I’ve become.”
“You’re only twenty.”
“Twenty is supposed to be a big year. I’m an adult and should be living on my own by now. She made me come up with a four-year plan when I started college and now I’m off course, way off course. Everything’s fucked up.”
“You can’t follow a fabricated plan. That’s not how life works.”
“It did for her.”
“Did it?”
I close my eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to buffer his words. It worked for her. It did.
“What about your dad?”
“Never knew him. My parents were divorced before I could even walk. And no, I have no siblings. My aunt and uncle who I came here with are my only family.”
“Friends?”
“Back in my hometown, but not in Albany where I’m living now. That will change once school starts in the fall. I’m transferring to the college where my uncle’s the head football coach.”
“Major?”
“Social Work.”
“Employed?”
“This reminds me of my college interviews, and no, not since last summer.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
“So what do you do? If you’re not in school, don’t work, and have no friends...”
“I reflect. I dream. I get angry about life. Fucking furious about life... sometimes...
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