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**Chapter 11**

I spent the week spending a small fortune on clothes and my hair, which was kind of fun.  Sara must have seen all the packages I was carrying in from the car after my makeover day and came right over.

“Wow,” she said, “nice hair.  Are you going to a new stylist?  And what’s going on with all these?”  She nodded at the bags on the couch.  “Hermes, huh?  What are you doing shopping in Buckhead?”

“I’m thinking about expanding my clientele and I needed a few things,” I said, trying not to sound defensive.

“Is this about the trip to New York?”

“A little.”

Sara looked like she was trying to decide whether she disapproved or was jealous.  Probably both.

“Are you doing outcalls?”  We really hadn’t discussed the business much since I started fucking men for money.  To be honest, we didn’t have the time.

“I’m considering it.”

“Looks like you’re all in with it from where I sit,” Sara said.

“Do you go on outcalls?” I was suddenly curious about a lot of things.

 “I’ve been on a few,” Sara said a little defensively.  “I don’t get a lot of requests.” 

“I had a really good time with the client who took me to New York.”

“And you think it’s going to be nothing but carriage rides and cocktails with anyone else who takes you away from all this?”

Now she really piqued my curiosity.  “So if you don’t get many requests for outcalls, what do you know about it?”

“Well, I’ve got some friends that I correspond with,” she said, trying to not sound defensive, which worked about as well for Sara as it did for me.

“Friends you correspond with?”

“There are several websites, you know.”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

Sara closed the front door and walked to the couch.  “Get a bottle of wine in here and model some of your new clothes for me and I’ll fill you in.”

We made an afternoon of it.  I showed her what several thousand dollars of new suits, dresses, and shoes looked like (Sara was never one to spend anything on herself) and she told me about the escort website she’d been using to compare notes with other women around the country.  It was quite an entertaining afternoon.

“Kids are due home, I should run,” she said as she downed the last of the wine.  “Let me know what you decide.”

I decided I needed to talk to Charlene again.

“So you think you’re ready to take your show on the road?” Charlene asked after I explained my new endeavor.  I nodded.  “How can I help?”

“What do I need to know?”

Charlene looked at me.  “Well, I see you’ve lost a little weight.  What are you down to, 115?”

“About 120, but I’m buying size 4’s in the hopes that I can drop another five or so pounds before I meet with Rodney again.”

“And where did you meet Rodney?”

“He’s a referral from Mark.  Didn’t you go through Rodney?”

“No, Mark didn’t offer and I didn’t ask.  I’ve got a few clients from around town who take me on trips.  I’m not as motivated as you appear to be.

“But Mark has taken you to Europe, right?” I asked.

“That he has, but it’s been a while.  I guess you’re his new travel companion,” Charlene said with a smile I didn’t quite believe.

“So are the overseas trips much different than the domestic?”

“Oh my yes.  You were in New York for what, a day and a half?  I spent almost a week with Mark in Paris.  It’s a commitment, both in time and emotionally.”

“How so?”

Charlene walked to her purse and pulled out her phone.  “Take a look at these.”

The pictures were of Charlene and Mark at the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and on the Champs Elysees.  “So it’s like a vacation?” I asked.

“With a man who is not your husband,” Charlene said without emphasis.  “It’s complicated.  Sure you want to do this?  And do you know why?”

I had no answers to Charlene’s questions, for her or for myself.