Absolutely, and I tell her so.

“That was fucking amazing, Alison.” It is a few minutes later and we are both laying together on her bed only now starting to breath normally.

“I didn't think you had it in you, Mr. Patterson.” The pretty blonde coed slowly circles her fingers in the graying hairs of my chest. “That poor girl never had a chance.”

“You're OK with this?” I ask carefully as I stroke the soft skin of her upper arm.

“Yes, Mr. P, couldn't you feel how ready I was?” Alison bites her lower lip thoughtfully. “Would you really keep taking that poor girl until you got her pregnant?”

“Maybe. If I was that vengeful mobster.” When I see Alison's smile I throw in a little twist. “Either that or put her to work in a whorehouse.”

“What?” Clearly, for all of Alison's attempt to be worldly and sophisticated, she never really considered all the seedy businesses that an underworld boss might be invested in. It doesn't take her long to get back into the role of poor Gabriel. “I could never do that. I'm no prostitute.”

“You, wouldn't really have a choice, Honey.” Alison nods thoughtfully, and then tries another tact.

“I doubt many men would want me though. I don't know anything about sex ...” She stops when she sees me laughing. “What?”

“Oh Honey, you'd be very popular.” When I see Alison's confusion, I do my best to explain. “Most of the girls in my places are illegals from South America or Eastern Europe, either that or strung out on heroine or meth.” It isn't all that hard to make up this shit as I go along, and I just keep winging it. “A lot of Johns will pay triple for a clean American girl, especially if she fights and squirms under them as they're rutting on her.”

“Oh God, Mr. P!” Alison's face is a cross between alarm and excitement. “Your men would be the ones scouring the bus and subway stations looking for smalltown girls like me trying to make it in the big city.”

“Mmmm, that sounds fun.” I watch her carefully, trying to read her face as I make the suggestion. “Instead of one of the Harlequins, we could try something like that. How about if this Friday I pick you up at the bus station?” Alison takes a minute before she smiles at me innocently.

“You mean, so you can lure me home with your kindly grandpa act and then jump me when I least expect it?”