…prime difference between a nice woman and a whore is a man knows what a whore is up to…
Monroe D. Underwood
After the steak sandwich I was nipping on my green chartreuse and sipping on my coffee.
I said is Candi Yakozi a whore?
Betsy said now say it right.
I said is she a call girl?
Betsy said of course.
She said Candi just might make some money if she’d stop giving it away.
Betsy poked at the brandy ice with her spoon.
She was staring at me.
She said you bum.
I said how long can a woman be a call girl?
Betsy said as long as she wants to I guess.
I said what happens when she gets old?
Betsy said well instead of being a young call girl she is an old call girl.
I said how long do you figure to be a call girl?
Betsy said until you marry me.
I said boy I sure hate to think of you being an old call girl.
Betsy said not a chance.
She said I’ll get you before then.
I said do you enjoy your work?
Betsy frowned.
She said oh some of it is very good.
She said some of it is very bad.
She said most of it is very ho-hum.
She said but it keeps me from missing you.
She said which reminds me.
She said it’s been almost forever.
I shrugged.
I said we’ll go to my place next time.
Betsy said but I have a water mattress.
I said you also got a goddam phone.
I reached for the check.
Betsy beat me to the draw.
I didn’t argue.