“You have the most beautiful skin” he said circling her navel with his finger.
She giggled “Stop! You’re tickling me!”
“Come away with me. I’m a rich man you know. I can take care of you. I’ll give my wife the divorce she wants and you can live comfortably with me.”
Three loud knocks on the door signaled the end of an hour.
She looked at the crisp notes lying on the table and knew it was another lie. She wondered who was richer. The man buying her lies, or she, who could barely afford the rent of her room.