Despite this hot and humid Saturday night, she still stands at her usual corner. Advertising her products and slapping the greedy mosquitoes on her arms and legs, which are the only creatures to taste her for free, she glances my way, and she knows that I am not poor. I’m in a humorous mood, so I decide to stop by.
I ask her the words that are considered so taboo: “How much?” She replies: “50”. I cough it up. As she begins to show her bare flesh, I nag: “That’s not what I payed for”.
Bewildered, she gazes at me in wonder.
I take her shopping. Like a little girl, she embraces the clothing. Spinning, twirling in circles with designer clothes. She grows fond of me.
I take her to dinner, and warm her up with stories of love, and care. I embrace her warmly.
I give her the love and life she’s yearned for in just a night. She falls for me, and gazes in my eyes. I gaze in hers.
Smitten, she replies: “Tonight was magical”
“I know, but honey..Magic corrodes..” I replied as I grinned as I drove away. I’d had my humor.