Yes.

Angela looks at you for a moment and, wiping her tears, slowly nods. The other girls glare at you when they stand aside to let the two of you walk out of the back door to the alley.

"I'm sorry," you tell her immediately after the door closes behind you.

"You promised me you pull out!" she sobs.

"I wanted to but," you begin but pause to look at her beauty. You wished you had met her under different circumstance than a massage parlor.

"But what?"

"But when you kissed me I thought we were having more than just sex..."

Angela bows her head down probably realizing that in the orgasmic bliss she was the one who kissed you first. "Yes, you are wonderful lover," she whispers. She looks up at you and smile weakly.

"Lover?" You are taken aback by her use of the word.

"Yes, you treat me very well. Better than all other customers," she says, standing closer to you and starts crying again. You take her into your arms and hug her back. "You make me feel like woman, not sex toy."

"That's because you treat me so well." You lean down and kiss her gently.

Angela sniffs and smiles at you. "What should we do now?"

"When can you find out if you're pregnant or not?"

"My period is in two weeks."

"Do you want to wait that long? If not, we can try to get the 'morning after pill'," you suggest.

Angela sighs, thinking about her future that was affected by her offer to earn an extra $150.