Untrained Housewife, The

“Madame Jennifer’s Escort Service. How may I help you?”

“How much do you charge?” I sputtered out my words not believing I’d actually called.

“That depends, ma’am. What type of man are you looking for and how long will you need him?” I heard papers shuffle in the background, like this was a common occurrence, ordering pleasure over the phone.

“No, no, I don’t need a man. I already have one of those.” A very unsatisfied one.

“A woman then? How long will you need her?”

“Um, I’m not sure. Let’s say a few hours?”

“Of course. Chastity would be perfect. She’s available next Tuesday at four.”

“Could she come right now?”

“That depends on how quick I can run your credit card.