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"Pretend to..."
"No, I heard you the first time. Ever heard of the word hypocrite? Ten
minutes ago, you accused me of being a hustler, all too ready to hand
me over to the police," I said, jabbing my thumb at the door, "And now
you're asking me to actually become a hustler?"
His face took on a sour expression and he smirked.
"Ah... I'm sorry, I think we have a bit of a misunderstanding here -
this is all going to be an act. Empty. No sex; just show affection for
each other when my mother is around. And for your information, I'd
never pay for sex."
"Oh..." I felt like an idiot.
"Think about it; its perfect. You're gay, so am I; you need help, so do
I. We can help each other."
I swallowed several times, my mind racing. Twenty thousand! That would
more than...wait a minute... this would never work.
"JJ?"
"It wouldn't be very believable, even to me. I'm 19, you're what, 33,
34? Aren't I a bit too...umm...young for a man like you?"
He frowned.
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