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already in Houston, Cynthia has court all day Friday and Victoria has a scheduled C-section tomorrow, we decided today will be best. Cynthia is blonde blue. She stands five feet and six inches and weighs about one hundred twenty pounds. She has been married to Rick for nine years and their daughter Stephanie is ten years old. Rick is a family judge for the Harris County. Victoria has pale freckled skin with red hair. She’s the same height as Cynthia but is five pounds lighter. Her husband Matt is a financial advisor for well-established business men; they’ve been married for twelve years and their son Patrick is twelve years old. My best friends are very beautiful. In our high school years, we always had all the guys’ attention, which wasn’t too bad. We got the guys to do anything and everything for us. I have other people running my escort service, giving me plenty of time to spend with my two kids Jocelyn who’s ten and Jordan who is twelve.
     
    Their father passed away five years ago, leaving me with oodles of debt. I tried working the nine to five thing and even collected government assistance. But with the little check and food stamps I was receiving, our home was still taken away from us through foreclosure. My kids and I moved in with my best friend Cynthia while I continued to bust my butt to survive. With their father recently passing away, they needed me the most and I wasn’t around to comfort them. I picked up any shifts I could just to have enough money for them to eat. A hundred dollars in food stamps did not last a week, plus I wanted to save up the little extra I had to get our own place. I barely saw them and I felt horrible. I needed a solution fast so I guess you can say I took the easy way out. I did what most women do best. Please men. I remember searching through the classifieds. There was this ad looking for sexy women to cater to men. I remember that ad like the back of my hand.
     
    Hiring Sexy Adult Models to cater to the Distinguished Gentlemen in Houston. Get paid pleasing men. Be their mistress.
     
    When the lady told me what I needed to do to get paid, I was reluctant at first, but knew I had to do whatever it took to support my kids. Working for minimum wage and receiving government assistance didn’t cut it for us, so I gave it a try. On my first day I made fifteen hundred dollars, and even though I cried during my first encounter, I toughened up, swallowed my pride, and gave these men the best time of their lives. Till now I have no regrets. I make enough money to provide for my kids and I get to spend quality time with them without worrying if we have money for food.
     
    My best friends know what I do for a living, but they do not judge me for the choices I make. That’s why I love them so much. They are what true friends should be. Cynthia runs names for me while Victoria tests my gals and clients. I’ve been on a couple dates that my friends set me up with, but they never went further than the dinner date. We just didn’t click. I guess it has something to do with me never finding the one . The one who gives me that butterfly feeling when he’s around me.
     
    Plus my kids are my first priority so I have no time to spare for anything else. I save most of the money I make so I can retire soon and so my kids will never have any worries if anything was to ever happen to me. But sometimes I worry for my kids especially my son Jordan. He is getting to that age where he is in need of a male role model. A man he can look up to and do what fathers and sons do. He may not tell me exactly how he feels about it, but I can sense it.
     
    When Max passed away, Jocelyn was still young so she doesn’t really remember much of her father but Jordan was old enough to understand what was going on. He took his father’s death the hardest. For the longest time, he was afraid to get in a car and if he had no choice but to travel in a car, he was always paranoid telling me to watch out on my