This is a work of fiction, though it is something that one day may come to pass.
I stared out the window waiting for him. It was Friday, 3pm, just like he'd ordered. The little Thai cafe was one of my favorites, and I regretted telling him of this place. Somehow, the things that went on here made it seem dirty, like a place of drunk assholes and women of ill repute. The only woman like that here though was me. The waitress came to me and whispered "Are you ready slut?" I just looked down and nodded my head. "Well, c'mon then."