Jon was dressed in a tight top, with a micro mini skirt. Black fishnet tights adorned his legs, and he teetered on six inch heels. Jon was dressed as a prostitute!
"What's so funny?" said Jon.
"Have you seen yourself?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't get chance to change last night, or should I say this morning, when I got in. It's not sociable hours this job, you know."
"What job?"
"Karyn, we've talked about this before. I'm a prostitute. I have sex with men for money. I know you don't approve, but I need the money. I don't like doing it, but I have to to make ends meet. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go - I've a regular waiting to see me."
"You can't go - you're not a prostitute - you're Jon!" Karyn complained.
Jon grabbed the stone "Give me this. I wish that you would realise that I am a prostitute and stop this ridiculous game"
Karyn felt a slight tingle come over her. She looked at Jon. "I wish you'd let me help you with money. Don't go out tonight again."
"I've got to." said Jon, "And I'm already late. Look at me - I've no make up or anything." Jon produced a cheap leather-effect bag and took out lipstick, blusher and eye shadow. With expert handling, he quickly made his face up, and walked past Karyn out of the front door.
