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think about this perfect life he was able to share with the perfect woman for all those years. I’m jealous of what they have because a love like that only comes around once in a lifetime and I know that isn’t what Drew and I had. Not one bit.
    “Did I do something wrong?” His insecure question takes me off guard. After last night, this isn’t something I would expect from him. I thought it would be a cut and dry break in the morning, even if it hurt.
    “I don’t think so. I just…” I don’t even know what to say to him. Everything last night was amazing which is the biggest problem of it all. It was more than I ever imagined and having any kind of hopes for this relationship is foolish at best.
    “You just what? Thought I was going to throw you to the side once the sun came up? Madeline, you have to understand something. I may have replied to that ad out of loneliness, and I’ve replied to a lot of those ads in the past couple months. But, I’ve never slept with a single one of those women because they weren’t for me. I haven’t kissed a single woman since my wife died, and that isn’t because I didn’t have any women around. They tried. I wasn’t interested. I haven’t been interested in a single woman since my wife passed away. Whatever this is with you is different.”
    I’m not prepared for everything that he dishes out to me and I don’t have anything to say in reply.
    “Madeline, I know we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances and I know you aren’t going to stop whatever it is you are doing for me, but you aren’t just some kind of prostitute to me. I know you are a good person, and if you let me, I want to be your friend. I know it isn’t the most ideal circumstances, but I want some kind of long term arrangement. Possibly one night a week? Every Saturday night? I don’t know and now I am rambling, so I am just going to stop. You don’t have to stay for breakfast, but please remember what I’ve said.” He pushes up from the bed and moves to sit on the edge, still completely naked. I can see every firm muscle of his back. I remember last night and how I ran my fingers along them so many times.
    “I don’t mean to be ungrateful or hurt your feelings, Brian. This is all just so new to me. Everything about this lifestyle isn’t me.” I begin to open up to him because the more I think about the situation at hand, the more I know he is virtually the only person I can talk to about it. He turns around and looks at me with curiosity written all over his face.
    “What do you mean?” he asks me.
    “This isn’t me, Brian. I’m not some prostitute. I’m a desperate divorcee.” No sense in going into this whole sad story of Drew leaving me and the fact that I can’t find a real job. None of it matters.
    “I don’t understand?”
    “I put that ad up for the first time yesterday because I read an article on the internet about a desperate woman who did the same. You were the first person I met. I’m not sure what I’m going to do from here on out, but the money from last night is enough to help me pay a couple things I’ve fallen behind on because not a single soul will hire me.” I’ve already said too much. I roll over and rise from the bed in search of the dress I wore over the night before. I don't even care about the bra or panties at this point, I just want to leave. I can’t bring myself to face Brian, or even look him in the eye after my confession. I’d much rather he think I was just some cheap whore.
    “Madeline, talk to me. Don’t run.”
    I shake my head as I slip the dress over my head and begin looking for my shoes. For a few seconds, I completely forgot they are still downstairs but that gives me a reason to leave the silence of the bedroom. I reach for the door handle and his fingers wrap around my arm.
    “I’m not sure what is happening or what happened, but please be the woman who was with me last night. Don’t do this, Madeline. Don’t run from