1988dylan

The phone rang at the tiny duplex apartment. It was the escort service company calling with a job. The customer was ten minutes away. My new escort friend and I exchanged cell phone numbers and discussed the details. As I drove us to the guy's clean, white suburban house, I thought I should stay as alert and careful as possible in case I was being set up. It was one of many thoughts running through my mind.
"You'll pick me up in one hour. Normally, I would have you come back in forty five minutes, but this guy seems alright. He's laid back - he's a surfer. You pull in the driveway and let me out. Wait for me to get inside and then leave. Make sure you are back on time."

The porch light was on. She walked briskly and confidently and rang the bell and the man let her inside. He turned off the light.

I went to Cha Cha's. I had a coke and two glasses of water. The bar was very smoky. I didn't want to get drunk. I was still unsure about the whole situation. I had a lot of money in my wallet from the busy Saturday at my salon. I left to gas up and buy some condoms. I drove back to the house - pulling alongside the house across the street from where I had dropped her off. I was five minutes early and I waited there in the van. I checked the time. Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen minutes passed. I thought about phoning her and then my phone rang. 1988dylan