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The scene played itself out; I came in, dropping my backpack to the
floor and taking a seat at the bar; me looking around, Mr. Pastel
walking past me, slowing down; him coming back and sending me a drink
and then all three of us saw Mr. Pastel rubbing himself, after he had
sent me that drink. Mr. Black switched the screen off at that point,
tapping his teeth with the remote.
"Hmmm... It appears you're telling the truth. Still, that doesn't excuse
you from the intent. You did accept his money, and you were about to go
up. We have a strict policy here of no prostitution, male or female."
I blushed and bit my lower lip.
"I'm not a prostitute..." I said softly.
"So you say. It doesn't prove that you haven't done anything like this
before, at another hotel or ano..."
"Michael," Carly interrupted, "he's nineteen, and was just kicked out of
his home because he was caught fooling around with a guy. I believe
him. He saw a chance to get some money and yes, it was stupid but..."
"I never even slept with a guy before..." I confessed,
interrupting her in turn, speaking barely above a whisper. "But how do
I prove that, huh? I can't...go back. I have no money, nowhere to
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