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I lay face down naked on the bed. A small pile of money had been placed on the bedside dresser, a used condom with ejected sperm inside lay on top of a discarded towel by the bed. I watched as the guy slowly dressed tucking his shirt inside his trousers, zipping up the fly and buckling his trousers. There was little conversation. All that had to be said was said. Finally he shrugged into his jacket.

"Hey thanks again Brad....next week at this time OK with you" He asked as he stepped toward the bedroom door.

"Yeh that's fine with me" I replied

The door closed and I heard the heavy clump, clump, clump as he made his way down stairs and the slamming of the front door.

I picked up the little pile of notes next to me and slowly started to count them out.

God who would have guessed that a game of soccer would have led me to what I was doing now

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