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‘Oh, shit!’ was her first thought. I knew the name from my own schedule. I was taking an Anthro class to round out my required electives…I was scheduled to take her class! Oh shit, oh dear… I opened my mouth before engaging my brain, still mulling over my realization – that’s my only excuse. “So this arrangement is just so you can publish a paper on whoring and become respected among your peers?” Okay, it was a cruel thing to say but you have to consider how my mind was playing out the first day of class when our eyes would meet. See? Told ya. “No. Actually, I…my paper is on the social stratification of sex workers and their potential for upward mobility into upper levels of our society.” That mouthful prompted a few thoughts of my own. The term ‘sex worker’ was sterile and acceptable in her social set, a PC term that smacked of condescension and disapproval but sounded better than whore or prostitute. “You couldn’t get the data you needed for your research from,” and here I struggled not to blurt out something bitter, “interviews with various ‘sex workers’ struggling to get by, pay bills, use what they had to make money?” I stopped and thought about the ‘interview’ we’d started in the club and finished in the backseat elvankent escort bayan of her truck. What parts would she incorporate into her paper? She sighed and glanced at me and then said, “I have all the research for my paper that I require. This arrangement between us is personal. Can we not have this conversation now? I don’t drive well in the city and I’m very uncomfortable splitting my attention between you and the traffic in this rain.” “Bree,” I said. She glanced over at me with a question in her eyes. “Bree with two ‘E’s, not like the cheese. My name is Bree Sutherland. I just thought you might like to know the name of your research subject. Nothing more.” Her mouth turned up at the corners and she said, “I like it. It suits you for some reason I’ve yet to determine. I was named after… “ I interrupted her. “You were named after a vain queen from Greek mythology. In the constellation you have a daughter who sits on your right hand, Andromeda. I think she was eaten by a monster or something.” “Correct. I’m surprised…” Again I interrupted her. “I attend the University on a part-time basis. I’ll be a senior after I finish the summer term. I can only afford to take one Escort emek or two classes at a time and some are evening classes.” “What’s your major?” I knew she was thinking of something lightweight like Art History or Women’s Studies so my answer was rewarded with a double-take and then a curious kind of smile. “Physics and Cybernetic Science.” Yeah, little Bree was a fucking genius with the grades to prove it. “Not what I expected at all. I’m impressed.” She glanced over at me and that damned almost-smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Ah, we’re here.” ‘Here’ was a three-story turn-of-the-century brownstone on a corner in one of the ‘gentrified’ areas of the city. I hadn’t really been paying attention to the scenery so if you’d asked me exactly where we were I’d be hard pressed to tell you. She parked on the street and we hurried inside out of the pouring rain. She pointed to a coat rack and gestured at my wet rain slicker. “Let me show you to your room and you can shower and get some sleep. I’m sure you’re tired after such a long day. I’ll be downstairs in my office. I have to wade through interview questionnaires and figure out some way to represent the data. We can go over your plans and eryaman escort thoughts in the morning over breakfast.” I knew a dismissal when I heard one so I followed her up the stairs to the third floor. It was one gigantic room sectioned off by bookcases, tables and furniture into a bedroom, sitting room and kitchen. There was a full bath off the landing. It was impressive and I smiled at her and said, “Nice.” “I’ll be in my office should you need anything. We’ll stock your fridge with whatever you want tomorrow.” We were standing very close to one another and I could sense the tenseness in Cassiopeia, like she didn’t know what to do or say next. I took the initiative, placed her face between my palms and kissed her softly, almost chastely, on the lips. Still holding her face I said, “I know there’s more to this arrangement than you’ve outlined. We’ll talk tomorrow at length. Don’t work too late. You need to be fresh and sharp for ‘Bree’s Periods of Instruction.’ Thank you,” I said, gesturing about the room. “This will do fine.” I took a quick shower, washed and dried my hair and crawled into bed. I let my mind wander, doing what it does best…problem solving. Cassiopeia Franklin was the subject of my thoughts. Why did she want to learn how to be a whore? A sex worker? What secrets were hidden behind those gray eyes? I made a mental shopping list of supplies I’d need for my periods of instruction and then closed my eyes and slept. Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee.
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