When it became apparent that my G-spot was not going to get stimulated and that a single woman taking up a four-top while others had to stand was probably gauche, I gathered up my stuff and took my leave. Truth be told, I was getting hungry and was not willing to leave full but $75 poorer. Cue Bach Fugue in D Minor.

Ol' girl was still holding the door open, and she peeked around it at me like an old friend at this point. She remembered me. We smiled at each other again, this time with the understanding that I had reached my destination, done my thing, and was now ready to go back to my normal life. Which is probably how she feels at the end of her shift, too.

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