Every Cloud… (Friday Fictioneers, December 2012)

This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt photo is courtesy of Rich Voza.  Thanks Rich, great photo.

(And it’s my birthday on the 15th, Rochelle.    Yup, I was one of those lucky kids to whom people said “We’ll get you something big for Christmas to do for both.” ) 😦

Imelda said it gets easier; but it doesn’t.

Escort service perhaps, but it boils down to the same thing, doesn’t it?

Whorin’.

Which room did they say?  Ah, that’s it, 740.

I breathe deeply, fluff up my hair.

We need the money, I can do this. The mortgage is overdue, and the school fees are coming up.  It’s only till he finds another job.  Just another punter, one more quick lay.

The client opens the door, and I find myself staring into the stricken face of my father.

Now, I reflect, might be a good time to ask about a loan.