We reached the destination rather quickly. Once we were there, carriers ran inside the market and split all over it. It looked like everyone was responsible for grabbing different stuff. One of the first one to run out with filled bag was Brook. She came to me and spoke.
"May I talk to you for a moment Vic."
"Sure, speak up Brook." I responded without looking at her. I was looking around and making sure there are no ghouls.
"You won't even look at me?"
"If you don't mind being ambushed by ghouls, I don't mind looking at you."
She giggled. "Fine you got me there. Your sense of humor is still in tact that makes me happy. Well anyway that's not what I wanted to talk about. Is Jess ok?"
"She was OK yesterday when I saw her. She was in bar where you usually go."
"What happened? Why are you with her when you found Jess?"
"Maybe I am too old fashioned but I prefer to go out with girls that I don't find having foursome with three men."
"Fuck! That bitch really did it this time!"
"Normally she takes just two?" I asked.
Brook laughed and spoke. "Sharp as ever. We always liked your humor. And to answer your question, no three at once is about her standard if possible."
"There are questions that does not need to be answered Brook. Not that I care about what she does, I have no say in that. But I don't need to know about it. If you wanted me to know this you should have told me before I fell in love with her. I would not have stopped to talk to you, and would not try to join your … let's call it sessions. There would be zero difference for you. I would just not have fallen in love with her."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Even if I did, I would have fallen in love knowing about it. And regarding the friends part. My only friends in New York that I could talk to normally were three high class prostitutes. We never spoke about their work, and I never slept with them. But I had loads of fun with them. And before you speak, no I was not paying them, I just met them once by chance when they were having a coffee in place where I liked to go and eat desserts and we started talking. So, for fuck's sake why do you think I would treated you any differently than them?"
"Shit! What was high school kid doing with prostitutes?"
"Chatting about random bullshit for hours, playing chess, cards. Whatever. They just wanted to have break from their work, not think and speak about fucking and I wanted somebody to talk to who is not going to crawl up my ass. I gave zero shits about what they did in work, it was just their work I had nothing to do with it. But it was kind of awkward when my father bought me one of them for my 18th birthday as is a shitty custom in my family."
"How did that end?"
"He brought her to my room and left. We felt awkward for a moment. Then I offered her something to cover herself with so we can have a decent chat without me having a boner from looking at her revealing dress. She laughed and borrowed some clothes. We chatted whole night, played shitty games and had fun all night. She asked me during that night why I didn't want to fuck with her? I asked if we could chat as we did until then after we had sex. She shook her head. I just laughed and told that she just got her answer. Best part was she didn't even take money. Father thinks to this day that I was that good she did me for free."
She laughed. "You really don't give a fuck. Why the hell we had so little faith in you? I would like to sincerely apologize for being stupid bitch and deceiving you all this time."
"It's fine Brook. I am not angry at you; I am just brokenhearted. I kind of get why you did that, just in this particular case it was pointless and just served to hurt me."
"So, you ended up without your birthday fuck?"
"Nope, next time we met, the girls asked about my preferences in girls and gave me number directly to one of their coworkers that matched that best. I became a regular customer, but not for long since I had to move here for college. We never really talked she just came, we fucked like rabbits and left."
"Did she ever come to your gatherings?"
"Nope, she was not my friend. I was just her customer. The only talk I had with girls about work was before she was about to visit first time. Basically, I asked how to be a good customer. They told me to shut up and fuck her. Minimal talking, no kissing, no hugging, no licking. Fuck I hope girls are ok."
"Why didn't you just pick up a chick somewhere?"
"Honestly, this was faster, cheaper, and I didn't have to put up with bullshit. We were both in the clear, we both knew what was going on. Don't take me wrong, I would prefer to fall in love and have a girlfriend but when every girl you meet has dollar signs in her eyes the moment she saw you it's rather hard."
"Makes sense. More I chat with you more guilty I feel. I feel like a piece of shit."
"Don't worry about it. I ended up with a beauty, that understands me, loves me, cares for me, and I can trust her with my life. She has my back in life and in battle. And look at how cute she is. That little thing with a huge axe. Isn't she sweet. And let me tell you one thing just between us, she is pure fire in the bed. Red heads are the real deal."
Brook giggled. "Hmm maybe I will go grab red hair color."
"Nah won't work. Hair color won't give you that passion, that fire."
She giggled again. "Okay I get it. She is helping you get over Jess and you are not planning to let her go ever. I got the message, spare me the details. I will have to look for some male red heads at the evening just from what you have already told me." She sighed. "Thanks Vic."
"Good luck hunting. And please, no stories!"
"Deal!"
At this moment I spotted something in the distance. My smile vanished from my face.
"Hide, we have visitors!" I turned towards the carriers that were slowly finishing their work.
"Hide we have Visitors. Karla, Sheela be ready."