Taboo

Paying For Sex

She was shy and with friends. Good signs, I told myself. I struck up a conversation with her, made her laugh, danced a bit, bought her a drink. She was half Burmese, half Thai, petite and lovely. I’d been hesitating to ask her what she did for a living, afraid of what her answer might be. But I knew I’d have to ask eventually. And so I did…