[The moan disturbed him, but he knew that as all this was going to be. This was what prostitution was. Sex. Not memories.]
Brent, it's Brent. [The answer was automatic, but he didn't want him to call him that.] You don't have to call me anything though. It's fine.
[He needed space, and abruptly moved away, over to the window to open it. It was sticky and hard to move, but he got it open a crack although the air did very little for him.
[He was here now. He needed to do this. He peeled off his shirt and turned around.] Do uh... Do you like sports?
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Brent, it's Brent. [The answer was automatic, but he didn't want him to call him that.] You don't have to call me anything though. It's fine.
[He needed space, and abruptly moved away, over to the window to open it. It was sticky and hard to move, but he got it open a crack although the air did very little for him.
[He was here now. He needed to do this. He peeled off his shirt and turned around.] Do uh... Do you like sports?