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manual on different sexual positions and places to have sex. One night it would be on the bedroom floor. Another, in the shower. She half-wondered if he had some sort of checklist of positions and rooms.
    They left the building and Paul’s driver was waiting and holding the door for them. They both huddled in the back seat and held hands. Brenda let her head rest on Paul’s shoulder and acknowledged the lonely feeling that was creeping up on her all of a sudden. She did not want him to go but she didn’t have a choice either. The drive to her condo felt short and Brenda could see her building from a distance as they approached it.
    “If your flight isn’t until this evening, why don’t you come inside with me? You can help me out of my dress,” she said.
    “I have to attend another meeting before the plane leaves,” Paul explained and placed a light peck on Brenda’s cheek. “Spare no expense with finding a suitable companion in my absence,” he said and kissed her cheek once more.
    She didn’t know how to feel about the idea of finding someone to take his place. A substitute fiancé? Honestly, she didn’t think she could go through with it. Maybe she’d make something up, and tell Paul all about her pretend adventures when he returned. He’d never have to know.
    As if seeing her doubts, Paul brushed a finger along her jaw. “I mean it,” he said. “I hate the idea of leaving you here, frustrated and alone. We’re a modern couple, and I’m confident you love me. Please find someone to keep you company, and when I come back, we’ll be together again.”
    “Okay,” she said, nodding. She didn’t have blind romantic notions, but this concept of a paid companion in his absence…it was throwing her for a loop. “I love you. Travel safe.” She reluctantly got out of the vehicle. “Be sure to let me know when you land.”
    “I will,” Paul answered, and he already had his phone to his ear before the car could skid away.
    Brenda watched as the vehicle disappeared in the vicinity and walked up her front steps. She mentally brought up her calendar and realized that she was scheduled for a facial.
    “I just had one a few days ago,” she said to herself and opened the door to her house. She looked around the vacant spacious house. Paul’s money had paid for all this. Her condo, her car, her phone, her clothes. Her shoes. Her food. Her sex toys. And now…her sex companions.
    Shaking her head, she walked upstairs to her room and slipped into a pair of velour pants and a camisole. When Paul was around she wore naughty lingerie, but when she was alone she preferred things that made her skin happy, not itchy.
    She got some ice cream out of the fridge before walking back to the living room and flipped through the channels. She thought of the lunch she’d had with Paul and decided to let out her frustrations on wine instead.
    There was nothing to watch on the TV as she flipped through the channels. Two texts came in from Paul—both of them websites for escort agencies. She browsed one, and then the other. Both boasted the hottest, sexiest men to date, but she didn’t have any kind of connection with strangers. It seemed like such a waste of time and money. Brenda instead decided to place a call to one of her friends.
    “Hey girl,” Samantha, her best friend, said over the phone.
    “Hey,” Brenda said, a smile forming on her face despite her glum, confused mood. “What are you up to?”
    “I’m going to meet up with JT. I thought you were having lunch with Paul?”
    “I just did, he had to leave early he has to fly to Paris later in the evening,” Brenda replied. She wanted to tell Samantha all about Paul’s weird instructions, that she find a male companion, but the words wouldn’t come. Would Samantha understand? Worse, would Samantha encourage her? Probably. Brenda didn’t know if she could bear it.
    “I wish I could come over and keep you company, but I need to see JT; it’s been a whole