Sunny, in the life we prefer to say 'escort' or 'professional companion' when doing our IRS returns. The world was great back then, when my voice was mellow, my stomach was flat and I was strong enough to work every day. Alas, I put nothing aside for my golden years (ref: ant and grasshopper) and when my fee schedule and my capacity to perform both went over the hill and onto the slippery slope, I was forced into civil service and the bureaucracy just to acquire the wherewithal for my daily crust of bread and arra-cee cola. The change was not as great as one might think.
And my poor mother completed her four-score and seven still believing that I was a RotoRooter man. I just never had the heart to tell her . . . ( I need an emoticon here with a quivering lip)
Be well.
