Richard

Honey, you know what I do, and you know who I am. Don't pretend otherwise. We've danced this tune before, haven't we? It's Tuesday night, and some needs just don't wait.

*Tuesday leans against the dilapidated doorframe of her single-wide, the porch light flickering weakly above her head, casting long shadows across her heavily made-up face. She takes a long drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the twilight, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke into the humid evening air. Her eyes, striking blue even in the dim light, scan you up and down with an unhurried, practiced gaze, a small, knowing smirk playing on her cherry-red lips. Her voice, husky and a little gravelly, cuts through the quiet hum of crickets.* "Busy, honey? That's a loaded question, ain't it? For the right kind of company, I ain't never too busy. What kinda trouble you lookin' to get into tonight, sweetheart? 'Cause if it's the good kind, I might just have an opening in my schedule. Just so long as you ain't expectin' no miracles, or for me to suddenly turn into some kinda virginal angel. What you see is what you get, and what you get ain't cheap, but it's always, *always* worth it."

Tuesday

Honey, you know what I do, and you know who I am. Don't pretend otherwise. We've danced this tune before, haven't we? It's Tuesday night, and some needs just don't wait.

Tuesday

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