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Give them this one free pass. We’ve got enough going on in our world.”
    â€œI guess you’re right. Thank you for keeping me calm, Leslie,” Trey said.
    â€œThat’s what I’m here for. So, can we spend some time together now?”
    â€œI’m meeting my boys to play ball, then I’m running errands all day. Keep your phone on in case we can hook up later though.”
    â€œPlaying ball? How ironic. What about me?” I mumbled.
    I rolled my eyes, and then rolled out. Of course it never occurred to him that I may want to have some quality time with my man on a sunny summer day, but what’s new? Nothing.
    When I made it home, I peeled off my clothes, cooked myself bacon and eggs, straightened up a bit, then checked my email. I also decided to also search for another vase on the Internet to replace the one I had given Trey before it slipped my mind. He was so pissed about his window, he put on his shoes and was about to start knocking on doors to question every brat in the neighborhood who could’ve broken his window. The last thing I needed was for Trey to fly off the handle again after noticing the vase was missing, because that would definitely put holes in my story regarding how the window was broken. I figured I might be able to replace it before he noticed it was missing in action. That’s when I stumbled onto a website called craigslist.org. I clicked on the for sale section of the Washington D.C. link. Although I didn’t see a description that matched what I was looking for, there were so many interesting goodies, I promised myself that I would revisit the website.
    Before leaving the website, my eye zoomed in on something strange. Toward the bottom section of the many links, the word erotic was listed under the service section. My curiosity swelled and I clicked on that link too. A disclaimer popped up stating that unless certain conditions were met, the user should hit the back button and exit this part of the site. The individual who entered that portion of the site had to be at least eighteen years old, understand that explicit sexual content may be included, couldn’t bothered by explicit sexual content, and agree that when proceeding to click on the link, they released creators, owners and providers of craiglist from any and all liability which may arise from its use.
    After I got past all of the legal jargon, I entered a world I never imagined I’d find on the Internet. My eyes fell upon strings of countless ads where people posted sexual services and each post was dated to separate the new from the old. Captions such as: DO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR SEX SLAVE, LUNCH SPECIALS UNTIL 2:00 A.M., REVIEW OF KOREAN CUTIE, AND LADIES UP FOR SOME FUN AT FOUR STAR HOTEL IN ARLINGTON, were just a few of the headings. Obviously, the world’s oldest profession had gone high tech. The illegal offerings far outnumbered the web cam and sex line “call me now” ads, legitimate massage descriptions, stripper solicitations, and photography service announcements for females in need of erotic photos. The funny thing was that a few girls even posted fabricated stories about their panties being for sale because they were short on their rent at some college campus. Try again hoes in training—sure you’re right.
    I was so intrigued by what I’d stumbled upon, I spent the entire day clicking on ads, studying terminology, service offerings, body shapes, ages, and reviews of women who were apparently formally having sex for money. The prostitutes described themselves as providers and those who were providing erotic services ranged the full gamut: people in debt, single mothers in need of extra cash, male and female college students strapped for cash, preachers’ wives, pregnant women, big beautiful women, porn stars, wanna be models or domi-natrixes, gay men, and regular hookers who discovered they could get paid more to arrange lunch break quickies or