10. 1:30 p.m. - 2:00 p.m.

My eyes were closed. The smell of a just-unwrapped Juicy Fruit filled the room.

"Stick out your tongue."[mp3]º I did.

She blew into my mouth and my cheeks got wet with tears.

I could feel her hover above, threatening me with a kiss. I tried to peek through the black and watch but she saw my lids flutter.

"Keep them closed. I want to tell you something."

I squeezed them tight, completing my darkness.º

She got down, her mouth next to my ear; "I didn't like that tonight." I knew it was better not to respond.

Could you touch her under the table?

There's a client who thinks I'm beautiful.

There's a client who thinks I'm sexy.

Have you two started yet?

One of my clients has a crush--

I've seen her at the park, you know. Everyone thinks she's a tramp.

Why am I never enough for you?

Does there always have to be poison?º

I saw her face change. I know you touched her.

You used to make me pretty.

There's a client who thinks I'm beautiful.º

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