As she drove, Jon/Shelly tried to figure it out.
She was rich, but how... obviously it's not from her rich old boyfriend.
She was sure that she could find something once she got to her new home, something to "flesh out" who Shelly really was.
Once inside, she started going room to room, looking for something, anything, to give her a clue, until she found what was a flashing answering machine.
Hitting play, Shelly started listening to "her" messages.
" Shelly, It's Jack from Pittsburgh. I'm only in town for the weekend, I know it's short notice, but I'll pay double if you can spend the time"
????
" Hi honey, it's Peter J. from DC? I got your number from a senators aid. He said that if I was in town, to give you a call...my number is...."
???!!!
" Shelly? It's Tom S. From NYC. I'll be in next Thursday. I'm bring lots of cash, and it's making me hard just thinking about you! Write me in! "
OH MY GOODNESS!!! It seems that I'm a very high price escort...
" Is this Shelly? I'm Bob D, from Detroit. My friend mario said if I was even in your town, that you were the best pussy money could by...how about getting "
Shelly punched the STOP button the the answering machine.
SHIT! I'm a HOOKER!
