Chapter 8

Evan went straight to GC Mart; he didn’t have time to go back home and change his clothes first. He didn’t really think anyone would notice anyway. Or care if they did, for that matter.

He was quite distracted that day. The events of the previous day kept replaying in his head. Had he done anything wrong? Had he taken advantage of the older woman?

Everything had been incredible and yet he felt ashamed, having done all those things with a woman old enough to be his mother. And, worse, he had loved it. He had loved all of it. She was beautiful – not for “her age”, she was just plain beautiful.

Evan was both excited and ashamed of the $500 check. On the one hand, he really needed the money and it would go far. On the other hand, while the tattoo was probably worth more than his $50 asking price, it really wouldn’t have been more than $100 anywhere else, maybe $150, so he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had basically been paid for sex. And paid rather well at that. Well, perhaps not an hourly rate. Regardless, the word “whore” ran through his head. “Gigolo” would probably have been more accurate, but Evan didn’t know it.