Chapter 6
by 
Kire_Nogab
Go home, and catch some Z's. You've had a hard day, and will definitely have a hard one tomorrow.
On the way home...
I walked out to my car after a hard day's work. I pulled my car keys out, and right before I put them in the lock, I saw an attractive brunette across the street outside a hotel.
"Ooh," I thought, "a call girl." What did I have to lose?
I walked across the street and struck up a conversation. After a few moments, I popped the question.
"So how much for an hour?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Shit. She wasn't a hooker. Well, I'd have to Bill Clinton my out of this one.
What do you say?
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