Playing with the Enemy
If you didn't want sex, you went somewhere else.
As for me, I mostly liked to watch. And because I'm not that young, I rarely get approached, which worked out just fine.
Tonight, however, someone had made a move, and I was in a good mood, especially after over an hour of spectating.
The kid slid a card into my hand. He leaned in again. “1111, that's the code. The money's in there,” he said, gazing at me with the kind of gratitude one reserves for that server or ice cream man who gives you an extra helping of your favorite food or treat, without you having asked.
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