I'll sell for $100

It really, really pains me to sell, but I really need to save up more money, and these unexpected expenses keep popping up. I press my hand over the thong balled in my pocket. And prepare myself to say goodbye.

"The angel doesn't get out of bed for less than $100."

"Deal," he says without hesitation. "I'll find a cash machine and meet... the angel... in the restroom in fifteen minutes." Then he is gone.

After ten minutes, I go to the meeting spot. No one is around, so I dig into my pocket and pull it out. This is my only chance to see it alone. It is red and narrow, made of stretchable material like spandex, but with a soft liner on the inside. Knowing I am about to trade it away in moments is really limiting my ability to savor the moment. I give it one good sniff before putting it back in my pocket and waiting. It doesn't take long at all. Tom enters and thrusts the money at me eagerly. I pull it out slowly, letting his eyes widen as uncoils from my pocket. I hold it out to him and he gently takes it with both hands. I decide not to stick around, or have any awkward talk about what we are doing.