After four hours of walking around in three-inch heels, I’m almost ready to call it a night. That’s when I spot him pulling up.
"Why him and not the others?" Clarissa asks.
"Maybe I'm shallow or my standards are too high, but he owned a nice sports car. He didn’t look too old or too young. He was handsome and quite frankly, he appeared to have money. The night had been slow. I figured I could make up all that missed work with just this one man."
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