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keep us out of foster care. He was a very ki nd man. He died last year.”
    “Same
as my aunt who passed away last year,” she whispered underneath her breath in
semi-shock. This paralleling of their lives seemed uncanny to the point of
being almost disturbing. She swallowed down the lump in her throat wh ile thinking this had gotten way too personal way too fast
for a first date, and especially so for a pretend one. She picked a normal
question next to dial things back down. “Is your sister married?”
    “To
a lawyer here in Atlanta. They seem very happy toget her. I
really like him.”
    “Do
you visit them often?”
    Evan
lost the visible clench in his jaws and gave up a smile. “I eat Sunday lunch
with them once a month, and believe it or not, I even attend morning church
services with them on those days. Surprisingly , I
never feel any guilt while crossing the threshold into the church and the roof
doesn’t ever collapse on my head during the service. So apparently I’m doing
what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.”
    “Does
your sister know what you do for a living?” K ara
didn’t know where this question came from.
    “Yes.
She doesn’t particularly like it since I have a degree in mechanical
engineering, but she understands my reasons for doing the sex stuff instead.”
    “Do
you ever wish you lived a regular life?” This was so mething
she really wanted to know.
    Evan
snorted. “Why should I strive to fit into society by working a regular job and
getting married so I can then fall prey to a mortgage I can’t afford and
children I don’t want? Despite the hype, it’s not for everyone. So no, I don’t want to ever go back to engineering and
leading a supposedly normal life. I wouldn’t know what is
normal now anyway. Besides, I love my life the way it is. I wouldn’t change a
thing about it.”
    “But
you can’t have sex for money forever. You’re going to
eventually get old.” This conclusion only made sense to her.
    “You’d
be surprised at how long a man can do this if he’s smart, keeps up his
appearance, and can get a hard-on.”
    This
answer made Kara wonder if Evan, like a lot of men, was delu sional about his natural human limitations. It sounded like
he might be. The next question coming to her seemed fitting, so she asked it.
“How did you get into the business?”
    “An
acquaintance introduced me to some people.”
    “That’s
really vague. I’ve not be en vague in answering all
that you’ve asked.” Kara found she really enjoyed Evan being in the hot seat.
She wondered if he’d derived the same pleasure from her answering his
questions.
    He
stared at her now, obviously debating how much he wanted to divulge. He finally shrugged, giving up a wan smile. “A guy at my
work moonlighted as a performer on the weekends for the people that I perform
for now. I helped him out by providing an alibi to satisfy his wife’s nosiness
one night. When I needed some quick cash a few months
later, he introduced me to some people who requested for me to masturbate into
a champagne glass in front of them, which I promptly did to get the callback.
The very next weekend I fucked blonde twins in a garbage-littered alleyway for
what I thought was an obscene amount of money. After
I started earning a steady income from performing I quit my day job and I’ve
never looked back.”
    “You
needed quick cash?” Kara mused. “Have a gambling problem, do you?”
    Evan’s
expression turned extremely unforgiving, his eyes
becoming two penetrating pinpoints of blue fury. “No, I do not have a gambling
problem or a drug problem or an overspending problem. A year before my sister
met her husband she was diagnosed with leukemia and the hospital wanted the m oney up front for her treatments since she didn’t have any
insurance. I did what I had to do to get it for her. She’s the only person in
this world I love more deeply than my own self.”
    “Obviously,”
Kara mumbled, embarrassed by how