When Adair met Ghislaine, she felt a shiver of delight.
It ran from her head down to her toe.
Adair had gone from Nebraska into NYC, don’t ask me why. Don’t ask her parents why. Don’t ask her friends why. Don’t ask the men’s (boys) basketball team why. Don’t ask the community why. Don’t ask the school board why. Don’t ask the city counsel why.
It was entirely possible Adair had gone from Nebraska into NYC purposely to meet Ghislaine.
Adair didn’t know how much room and board cost in NYC.
Okay, Adair was beautiful, meaning slender, meaning fit, meaning tough, meaning decisive, a panther, a cheetah, a tiger, a mother.
As Walt Whitman pointed out, NYC, Mannahatta, is a hubbub, nerve center, and a young woman, such as Adair, can meet another young woman, such as Ghislaine, and make it through the night.
As if, Ellis Island, style, the two, sweet Jesus, remark how great a day, completed, and reunited, as Ghislaine can wash the hand, as one hand washes the other, as the fish rots down from the head, can concoct (not con a cock, as in Strip Tease) if you please,
Sex worker. Give me a goddamn break. Sex Worker.
Spam of Human Affection 
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