It's biodegradable!As it turns out, Mr.Kamikaze is ok. He's been travelling around Africa and supposedly coming home today or tomorrow. Huh. Thing is, I completely forgot my place in this situation and didn't realise that when a client sends "I miss you" messages every other day, and then disappears for a week without contact, it doesn't actually mean anything. I'm not supposed to be concerned. Heaven forbid I actually have an emotion. No, no, no. That's not allowed. I'm hired to turn it on when he wants it, and turn it off when he doesn't. Never mind that I'm actually a human being first, and an escort second. Humans are messy; escorts are efficient. That's why they call us pros. My mistake, and believe me, it won't happen again.
Now you know why women in this business get jaded. I thought it couldn't happen to me, and yet here I am.
