Chapter 43

                Stella was lying on her side and she opened her eyes to glance at the alarm clock which she hadn’t set. It was eight-twelve. Her joints ached and she didn’t feel like getting out of bed. She thought of what she had lined up. Nothing.  She had nothing planned. The day was organised for her because of the nature of her work, dependent on incoming calls. And she was heartily sick of that. She’d been servicing ‘johns’ for decades and there was nothing about it which inspired her anymore.

                When she first got into the game she had little choice due to her lack of skills and she accepted the life she led. Then...

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