Like Night and Day – the Warmth of the Fireplace Series, Number Seven

By Susan Hart

A former prostitute from London decides to pass herself off as an upper class woman on the voyage to America, and then in her new life in New York. The only problem is, she thinks she was recognized by one of her former clients.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329692121

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Like Night and Day – the Warmth of the Fireplace Series, Number Seven

Like Night and Day – the Warmth of the Fireplace Series, Number Seven

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2015 Susan Hart

Synopsis: A former prostitute from London decides to pass herself off as an upper class woman on the voyage to America, and then in her new life in New York. The only problem is, she thinks she was recognized by one of her former clients.

Lizzie pulled the netted stockings down to her ankles and carefully pulled them off her feet, being extra careful of their delicacy. Tearing one of them meant replacing them and she was being very frugal with her money. It didn’t come easily, though she made good money working at her selected trade. Lizzie was a beautiful woman with uppity manners and good taste. Men paid for the privilege of spending time with her, and whether it was an hour or a night, they paid.

Her rates were high because she was a call girl, an expensive call girl, not just a street prostitute who made pennies an hour compared to her rates. As Lizzie saw it, if you had the goods and kept those goods high in demand, the interested men would pay what you demanded, and demand it she did. It had been her premise from the time she sat herself up in this business at eighteen to the present day, her twenty-first birthday. But no one knew, and no one cared, not even Lizzie. Her eyes were on the plans.

And her plans had been as carefully laid out as her rates had been for giving men the pleasure they wanted, and which they often very much needed. To many of them, she was their link to manhood, to others their weekly devilishness; but to Lizzie, it was simply a job that required an hour or so between the sheets making a man feel useful and manly.

But to Lizzie, it was a job that would propel her into a new life, a life just as carefully laid out as the other things she had planned to do. A life that would take her across the vast Atlantic Ocean to the strange and unknown shores of America.

During that month-long crossing, though, Lizzie would transition from a harlot to a well-to-do lady, invented years before by Lizzie’s own creative mind, but produced in person during the voyage. She knew the role, the rules and the ultimate payoff that alone would be worth all this.

Lizzie unfolded the paper money she had earned from the night and counted it carefully. Another two hundred pounds for three hours of work, another nice haul to add to those many hauls she had tucked away in her mattress, carefully concealed in a small beaded bag her mother had given her for one of her birthdays, long forgotten.

Both the birthday and her mother - long forgotten. She pulled the small purse out and counted it all.

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