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they’ve affected those around me, I felt more comfortable sharing these things with Sandy. I was almost at my six month mark of sobriety when Sandy decided to celebrate early by treating me to a day at the spa. She paid for us to have the full-package treatment. It felt so good to be scrubbed, massaged, and pampered from head to toe. I felt like I was shedding my old skin, the old Sarah and her ways, so that the new, fresh skin could breathe and shine. A new me.
    “Sooo...” Sandy started, while we were eating fresh fruit at our spa day. “I have the perfect client for you. He’s just a few years older than you, and the best way I could describe him is sophisticated and manly.”
    “Oh I’m intrigued. Tell me more.” I requested curiously.  I also wondered if he minded having someone that was just as seasoned in age as he was. Now mind you, I don’t look a day over thirty, and I have the body of a twenty year old. I don’t mean to brag on myself, but I’ve kept myself physically fit over the years, especially considering the line of work I was in.
    “He’s a business developer who recently moved to Detroit.  He’s trying to help rebuild the city with affordable housing and businesses that will give people in the inner city jobs,” Sandy continued.
    Humph. I wanted to be impressed, but so many have claimed to want to rebuild the city after the economic downfall only to find out that they wanted to do so for the rich and affluent, not for the poor who suffered the most. I hoped this client wasn’t another greedy opportunist.
    “Anyway, he has a ball coming up that he’s attending, and he needs a date. I’ll fill you in on the rest of the details when we get back to the house, but I really think you two will hit it off well.”
    I wondered how he looked, and I prayed that he would at least be handsome. Then again, handsome can be dangerous. Handsome can make you do and say things that you wouldn’t normally do or say. What am I saying? I’m making a mountain out of a molehill before I’ve even seen the man. It’s a job, an assignment, and I’m getting paid for it. There’s no need to make this more complicated than it needs to be.
    Before I got into escorting, I thought those who utilized escort services were people who were unattractive, desperate, and lonely. I quickly learned that I was very wrong. For most high-powered businessmen, escort services were convenient. Some were single and didn’t have a lot of time to date, and rarely made time for a social life unless it was a function to network, like a cocktail party or some fancy ball. When attending such events you had to have a beautiful date on your arm if you didn’t want to become part of the rumor mill that questioned your dating history or sexuality. Hiring an escort took care of that and more.
    I knew the game, which is why I didn’t go into the date with any expectations other than to be paid very well for my services for the evening. Once we were back at Sandy’s home, she filled me in on the rest of the details. The event her client was attending was an annual ball thrown by the richest husband and wife in Michigan where all the who’s who of Detroit, Chicago, and New York would be present. I had never been to anything as fancy and I felt myself getting excited. As part of Sandy’s fees, the client had to pay for my designer gown and all the accessories to go with it. He informed Sandy that he preferred that I wear a black gown.
    Soon Sandy and I were off on a shopping adventure to find me a fabulous gown. She took me to a designer boutique called Che’ Chic located in the suburbs where all the rich and famous shop for the latest designs. I’m a girly girl who loves shopping, and I love shopping for beautiful dresses, so this was right up my alley. When we walked into the boutique I saw so many beautiful gowns in every color imaginable, and I knew right then and there that I would not be wearing black.  If the idea was to