Damn it, I don't think I've ever been this anxious in my life.
Judging by Kimberly's tone — so innocent and completely devoid of ulterior motives — I wouldn't be surprised if she really invited me over only to give me back the money, just to then dismiss me and slam the door in my face a second later.
But if there's one thing I've learned in my years of glorious service, it's that the ones who at first glance seemed the most prudish and frigid in the world always turned out to be the most depraved once the bedroom door was closed.
And since Kimberly really seems like the embodiment of innocence and modesty, well… if one thing leads to another…
The afternoon spent together really flew by in the blink of an eye.
First, I took her out for a drink at the best place in Times Square. Obviously, everything was on me, even though she didn't take it very well — she insisted at all costs on paying at least her share.
