I always knew she was beautiful. I mean, everyone did. And it wasn’t just her face and body. She was smart, funny, loved kittens and horses, and had a flair for making friends.
I just could not understand how, even being all that, she could afford to drive a luxury sedan while working part time at the bookstore. She didn’t come from money, and she was financially savvy so it wasn’t like she was living on maxed out credit cards.
Then it happened. I discovered her secret. Three words: London escort agency.
And get this: she only worked at the agency part time. Yet she made enough to motor around in a chic foreign automobile that turned heads almost as much as she did.
After I got over the initial shock, I saw how perfect and smart it was. So much so that I asked her for advice. And guess what?
My fancy set of wheels should be arriving at the dealership next week!