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deserve an answer. My
answer is no. I have to leave school and go home to take care of my
mom. She's sick and just lost her job." Emily's voice trailed off.
"I appreciate your kindness and generosity. I want to return the
money." Laura was understanding and did not try to persuade Emily.
She listened and asked questions about her mom's situation and her
voice soothed Emily's sadness. What a woman, Emily thought. She was
sincere and compassionate.
     
    Laura finally spoke up. "Please keep the
money. You need it to get back home. It'll help with your
mother."
     
    The next afternoon, as Emily was packing her
lone piece of luggage, she got a phone call. It was her mom,
telling her that someone had dropped off an envelope full of money.
Emily sat in silence, stunned.
     
    "How much, mom?" Emily asked.
     
    "Two thousand five hundred!" Her mom
exclaimed. Her mom was crying.
     
    "Who is it from?" Emily asked.
     
    "It only says 'From a friend' on the
envelope," she sobbed through her tears. Her mom's sobbing
increased in intensity. They were tears of release. Her mom was
letting out all the pain she had been holding onto.
     
    "Oh, God bless that angel! God bless them!
Whoever it is, God bless them and keep them!" she exclaimed through
her tears.
     
    While her mom sobbed, Emily's thoughts turned
to Laura. She would call Laura. She slowly closed the top of her
suitcase. Without any sign of emotion, she softly put it away for
good. She walked over to the mirror. For some reason unknown to
her, she wanted to see her own face. In the future, she thought,
she might not recognize the Emily she thought she knew.

Chapter 6
     
     
    Emily's phone rang. It was Laura. "Emily,
it's time. Your first job. One of my top clients. Write down this
information," she said. "Remember what we talked about. Follow what
I said and you'll be fine. Don't forget; your working name is
Kimber. Just Kimber. Let me know how it goes."
     
    She showered and dressed. She was as nervous
as she's ever been. She tried to keep Laura's words of advice and
encouragement in her mind. The money that Laura provided allowed
her to buy new clothes. Laura even sent Christina to go shopping
with her. Christina knew exactly what to get and where to get it.
They got to know each other, and became friends. They talked about
everything, including their mothers. They talked about the
business, and the men in their business. Christina was a font of
knowledge, kindness, and support to Emily. Christina calmed Emily's
nerves.
     
    The cab was waiting outside her door to take
her to her destination. She got in and didn't have to speak a word.
The driver knew beforehand. As she stared out the window of passing
brownstones, she understood she was losing her virginity tonight in
more ways than one.
     
    She rang the doorbell of the large house.
Mitch Jr. opened the door and looked at Emily from head to toe,
saying, "You must be Kimber. Hello, I'm Mitch, Jr." Emily forced a
wan smile, shook hands, and crossed the threshold of the
entryway.
     
    "How about a drink? I just made a gin and
tonic for myself," he offered. Emily thought it might not be a bad
idea. She had to loosen up.
     
    "Red wine. Cabernet if you have it," Emily
responded.
     
    "Sure do. Give me a second," Mitch Jr.
answered. He found a bottle in the immense kitchen area, pulling a
bottle out of the wine closet. Through the sliding glass doors next
to the kitchen was an opulent pool and spa area, with its own pool
house. It was very private, being surrounded by evergreens on all
three sides. She wondered where they were going to do it. He poured
a glass of the cabernet and handed it to her. He clinked her glass
with his gin and tonic.
     
    "Here's to having fun," he said with a sly
smile. "Let's go out back." Although still early spring and chilly,
there were outdoor heaters spreading warmth. He saw her eyes had
found the hot tub with its underwater lights that changed colors
every few seconds.
     
    "Here, let's put our stuff