"Good evening my darling, Paige!" the early-forties man smiled. He was a handsome man. "Hello, Clive." The warm smile was returned as she closed the door behind her. They embraced, the kiss a deep, passionate one. He handed her a wad of cash like it was nothing, and the man was given a small bag. No words were spoken after that. He took the bag hurriedly and rushed to the bathroom.

Prostitute, whore, escort, it didn't matter what people called her. There would always be one man she always thought of; only one man each time she went to have sex or make love. She often wondered what would happen if he ever found out. Rose always quickly shoved that thought out of her mind.

The agency called, and she checked in with them. After putting away her belongings, she got on the bed and waited for him. She didn't wait long. She never waited long.

He returned to the room. Rose was standing by the window looking out. She turned her head and smiled when he entered. Clive stood there, drinking Paige in. She had curly blonde hair down to her waist. On her body she wore a red corset that he had bought her a while ago. He always loved to take off that article of clothing. His eyes traveled down further. The black lacy thongs were always a favorite of his.

In Paige, his fantasy had came true. His little secretary walked toward him and they embraced in a kiss. Tonight, she was his. Slowly, the two of them were on top of the bed, hands exploring everywhere. Paige groaned at the touch of his growth against her.

Afterwards, he paid her cab fare home. She would be seeing him again. This was just a quick 'fuck me' before he had to go away on business for another month. He was the perfect regular.

The silver cell phone rang. It wasn't quite normal to have two cell phones, but she quickly got used to what's not normal.

"Rose!" her mother's voice rang though. "Hello Mum…. what's that noise in the background?" Concern ran through her voice.

"Oh that's just Izzy and her Daddy playing with the new swing set." Jackie laughed at the scene apparently in front of her.

"Really , Mum. You're going to spoil that girl to pieces!" Rose lectured.

"Well, who can I spoil now sweetheart? What with you moving out and on with your life…" Jackie trailed off.

"Mum. I'm pretty much off with my life for now. I just need to find out who I am. This is home now." The girl on the phone wasn't very convincing.

"I'm almost to my flat. I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner." They said their goodbyes, and Rose stepped out of the cab and into the building she currently resided in.

Coincidentally, the best flat in London was very much like her old home, the one she had gotten used to. It had 15 stories and the outside of it was dark blue. It was gorgeous. She entered her flat and looked around. There were steps leading down INTO the flat. Massive windows everywhere. An open kitchen featuring a bar for guests Rose only entertained when Paige was here. She chose to decorate the flat just as she remembered her previous home, the one she traveled in. Aqua and dark green tones. Her home had two bedrooms. One she decorated in bright pink; that was Rose's. One, a bit on the fetish side; wild colors. A bit like him, actually. But that one was for Paige. When she sat on her massive balcony at night, she could see the mansion that held her family.

It was exactly what she planned to do tonight.

The night sky was clear when she stepped out into the patio. Rose sat down on the expensive chair on her patio and looked at the lights in the distance of the Tyler Mansion. Her hand left her leg, rode up her body and up to her necklace, to the TARDIS key she always had, without fail. She pulled it out and looked at it. She could almost feel him there with her.

Her thoughts went back to the first time she had sex for money. A crazy grin was on her face. Around that time she had been thinking about quitting Torchwood and just doing–something. They had a huge party that night—a company party. She didn't even try to find a date. Only went because she, Pete, Jackie and baby Isabelle were the guests of honor. Didn't even remember what it was for. Only that he wasn't there.

Rose had excused herself early. Said she wasn't feeling well. Took a cab to a bar. She had her Torchwood training and knew when trouble was in someone's eye.

There he was. He was almost the spitting image of him. Brown pinstriped suit, slim figure, happy-go-lucky attitude. His eyes were blue. His hair was more ginger. That's what attracted Rose to him in the first place. His facial features were a bit different. She'll never even know his name.

That night, they had made passionate love. She was sure he was scared when she cried out his name, and not the name of the person she truly desired.

Rose arrived home the next morning, surprisingly before the rest of her family. She found money in her purse, and thankfully nothing stolen. A couple of months later, she moved out; the desire to fuck someone and think of him without anyone else knowing became more than she could handle.

Tears started to come down her cheeks. She wiped them away and made her way towards the bathroom. After taking a long hot shower, she climbed into her bed, her eyes on the night sky. Her guide to dreamland were the tears that broke the dam and rushed out into the night.