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The Dreams of a Hooker
The Dreams of a Hooker
The Dreams of a Hooker
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The Dreams of a Hooker

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She is a person. She is a hooker. She has found someone who sees her, understands her, possibly, he could fall in love with her. This, she thinks, is finally a way out. A new and better life. She can feel it, but she has been faking her feelings for so long can she trust them now?

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PublisherAmorBooks.com
Release dateJan 14, 2022
ISBN9781005118419
The Dreams of a Hooker
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Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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    Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

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    Hello, My name is Meredith and I’m a hooker.

    ***

    Hello, Meredith.

    Her Friday night regular.

    He sits in the corner, in the ugly mustard colored wing back chair, under the floor lamp with the faded red shade with fringe dangling down, most of it missing, the rest of it frayed like her nerves when she’s coming down off whatever she had been given, bought, smoked, shot, drank. He matched a cigarette, blew it out and flicked it toward the open window where it disappears into the dark, into the night, into the sounds of the city. Some Friday nights, with this regular, she envies the spent, charcoal tipped match. It has gotten out of the room, out of this sad, sick, film that replays every Friday night just around ten in the evening.

    In her mind he is the professor. Not because he teaches at school. He doesn’t. He’s a clerk at a shipping and receiving company down on the pier. She calls him the professor, in her mind,

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