It is a silly question to ask a prostitute why she does it. . . These are the highest-paid 'professional' women in America.
Alice?” She spun toward the door, her skirts whirling softly. “Yes?” she forced out. “Do you know what I am holding in my hand?” “No. ” “Care to guess?” “A pitchfork?” she asked in a stilted attempt at levity, hoping to invoke his earlier, playful mood. “No, my dear,” he answered drily. “A key to your room. ” “What?”she breathed, aghast. “I should hate to have to use it. ” “You have a key to this room?” “Mm-hmm. ” She took a step toward the door, panic rising up in her throat. “You’re bluffing!” “Do you wish me to prove it?