THE APPOINTMENT
HIS HEART WAS POUNDING harder than he had felt it pound before as he held out a tentative hand, ready to rat-a-tat-tat on the hotel door. As his knuckles connected with the dark wood, close to the peep-hole, he thought a little prayer to himself, ‘Dear Lord, please let me have the right room number.’
John knew he had the correct room; the text that invited him up a few minutes earlier made sure of that. Even so – he couldn’t help but worry about the wrong person opening the door. He hadn’t seen the lady’s face. Her website showed most of her body but kept her face hidden from the dangers of friends and family members stumbling onto her well-advertised website. The last thing she needed was for her elderly father to stumble across her site and see what she actually did to earn her living.
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