In love with a prostitute part 2

The next I saw of her she was near my house buying heroin. As I had money this time, I invited her in. Before too long, she had made herself comfortably naked, and we were talking. She shocked the shit out of me by asking if I ever thought of settling down. I shocked myself by saying that even though we barely knew each other, I was very attracted to her, and not just to her huge tits. She had a wonderful sense of innocence that life on the streets had not beat out of her yet. As we talked, I found myself wanting to really know her, to shelter her from any more pain.

Then I drpped my deal breakers on the table, two simple rules. 1: DO NOT LIE TO ME. 2:DO NOT BE A WHORE

Regardless of what she was before, or how we met, these were two unbreakable no questions asked deal breakers. I told her we could try to get to know each other as long as these two rules were understood off the bat.

She agreed, and to my astonishment, she moved in within the week and never looked back. We had a rough couple of weeks while she got theyouthful running around out of her system, but even thru those times, she never turned another trick and there were times she was so dopesick andpuking her guts up that she needed to. But she never did. I asked her why about two months into the relationship and she told me that I did well enough providing for her needs, and besides she was falling in love with me.

I told her that with her wonderful personality, as well as her astonishing beauty, that I had done something I swore I would never do again. I had fallen in love myself.

And it ain't easy. I'm 46, she's 27 and every guy who passes us on the street stares at her tits, her beautifully curvy ass and wonders what I got that he doesn't. Well, I know.

I got her.