It's been two weeks now. I was stranded in a city away from home on an weekend. Having run out of ideas on how to kill time on a Sunday, i decided to call a masseur to my hotel room. Things got bolder with beer and I chose a "happy ending" massage. I was expecting a male masseur but ended up booking a lady. I accepted my error and decided to go ahead with it and get a new experience. But there was more in store. It was a call girl. Late twenties and way too young for my liking. And on the budget of a masseur, she clearly was too cheap to be classy. She slipped under my blanket, stripped and neatly folded her clothes and got out to keep them on the table. Bashlessly, she walked naked to the tea cabinet, poured herself half a glass of water and came back under the blanket. I spent the next hour listening to her story about her family back home. Her unemployed brother, sick mom, and stupid sis. She called up her home to tell she had settled the TV cable bills. After 45mins she asked whether i had plans for sex. When i said no, she got up again dressed and made 2 cups of coffee. Very bad coffee it was.. excess milk and sugar. But she loved it. Demanded extra for return cab fare. I paid. She grinned gleefully. Perhaps thought i was an old fool. And left.