Stolen car
It was late. Summer night, humid and hot. They always are here. Streets are empty. I was twenty at the time. My name is Duo. And this is my story of love, affection and all twist that fate could put together.... I was pretty untamed. Bad company, robberies, drugs, and all that goes with it. For fun I drived expencive cars. The rich people had loads of them anyway. It was in some kind of expencive neighborhood. Big houses, bad security. I took my friend wire with me. Just wanted to excape from my life, if only for an hour... So tired. Leather seats, i turned on the ignition. Those words, some kind of lingering cologne, and echo... Suddenly picture popped in my head.
Young woman. Blonde, blueyed in fancy suit. Her mobile ringing. Smiling as she talked. Smile faded. „ It's OK. ..Understood...Tomorrow..Yes...Keep in touch." Relena Darlian tossed her phone, and frowned. She's been in escort buisness as far as she could remember. She could easly find another customer. Another man. So why is she doing this? She flopped deeper in cushioned seat of her new Lamborghini. But then again, she tought while massaging her temples, Heero Yuy was nerver predictable. And she had to cope with ever so ungrateful role of mistress. / More like modern whore/, bitterly words ringed in her head. /Men/, she snorted and pulled into another gear. It was late when she arrived to her secluded penthouse. Whens she was alone, memories threatened to resurface. She hated beeing alone. But then again, she always was. Orphaned at wery joung age, problematic behaviour, transfers every semestre or so, than modeling, and now here she is-most expencive escort money could buy. /I could do lot worse than this. After all I was lucky, what does love do good in lfe anyway?/ Her answerig machine beeped with buisness messages. Working late again. Oh, well. Popping her legs on couch, she prepared for a long night. After all it ws not easy to run company like this one..
It was late. Summer night, humid and hot. They always are here. Streets are empty. I was twenty at the time. My name is Duo. And this is my story of love, affection and all twist that fate could put together.... I was pretty untamed. Bad company, robberies, drugs, and all that goes with it. For fun I drived expencive cars. The rich people had loads of them anyway. It was in some kind of expencive neighborhood. Big houses, bad security. I took my friend wire with me. Just wanted to excape from my life, if only for an hour... So tired. Leather seats, i turned on the ignition. Those words, some kind of lingering cologne, and echo... Suddenly picture popped in my head.
Young woman. Blonde, blueyed in fancy suit. Her mobile ringing. Smiling as she talked. Smile faded. „ It's OK. ..Understood...Tomorrow..Yes...Keep in touch." Relena Darlian tossed her phone, and frowned. She's been in escort buisness as far as she could remember. She could easly find another customer. Another man. So why is she doing this? She flopped deeper in cushioned seat of her new Lamborghini. But then again, she tought while massaging her temples, Heero Yuy was nerver predictable. And she had to cope with ever so ungrateful role of mistress. / More like modern whore/, bitterly words ringed in her head. /Men/, she snorted and pulled into another gear. It was late when she arrived to her secluded penthouse. Whens she was alone, memories threatened to resurface. She hated beeing alone. But then again, she always was. Orphaned at wery joung age, problematic behaviour, transfers every semestre or so, than modeling, and now here she is-most expencive escort money could buy. /I could do lot worse than this. After all I was lucky, what does love do good in lfe anyway?/ Her answerig machine beeped with buisness messages. Working late again. Oh, well. Popping her legs on couch, she prepared for a long night. After all it ws not easy to run company like this one..