25 years ago I lived in a college dorm and became an e***** on the weekends mostly for adventure and I liked the money. One time I got dolled up for a date, even had thi-top nylons under my jeans. The agency sent me to a hotel room and when I got there my Dad opened the door! He was in town on business and was going to surprise me with dinner (apparently after he had s** with an e*****!). It was a very uncomfortable evening with strained conversation. Neither of us could point a finger at the other. We acted as though neither of us knew a thing and just continued life as though it never happened.
