"I just told you. I want… No, I need to help," Micky replied. "Right now I feel totally useless and like I'm in the way of what you have to do. If you hadn't saved me from those people, you might already know more than enough to stop them."
"It would be nice if it was so."
"If you were back there, instead of babysitting me…"
"Micky. I am not doing that."
"Going back to Mackenzie?" Micky felt a profound sense of relief.
"Well"—Robin smiled—"that part is still up for debate. What I meant was, I'm not babysitting you. That's Thor's job."
The dog lifted his head when he heard his name, woofing, as if in agreement.
"Gee, thanks," Micky muttered.
"I was kidding." Still holding Micky's arm, but loosely now, Robin steered him back to the sofa. After they were seated, Robin said, "Going to Yours Truly cold, could net you nothing but a slightly lighter wallet. You need to know exactly what you're getting into."
Micky looked at him in shock. "You'll actually let me do it?"
"You did volunteer. But first…" Getting up again, Robin went to his desk, returning with the laptop. He booted it up, went on line then brought up the Yours Truly website.
"Whew," Micky whistled. "If I was straight."
"Yeah."
"How do they get away with this?" (Reply deleted to meet Blogger guidelines)
Micky tapped the link to rates and Robin clicked on it. "Wow, maybe I should get a job there. Two hundred dollars an hour after five pm?"
"That's probably the base rate, of which the escort might get half."
"I could live very well on a hundred dollars an hour."
Robin chuckled. "So maybe instead of being a client, you should see if you can get a job there?"
"Umm, no thanks. I'm not like you. I couldn't do that to…" Micky snapped his mouth closed, then said contritely, "I didn't mean that the way it was coming out."
"I know you didn't," Robin replied, surprising Micky by giving him a fast hug before turning back to the website.
That ,money is probably not all theirs anyway
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it's not.
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