This post is all about a GIANT BITCH

The room rented at 550 a week – a ridiculous price for the modest cubicle and shared bathroom. But situated in the midst of the SeaPort, where concrete meets cobblestone, and with the lull of aged ships rubbing against the wooden dock, the room was worth every penny.

Many disagreed. And it filled me with sadness and an increasing worry that only abated when she rang Thursday evening.

Kili Thomas knocked on my studio door the beginning of the next week. Notice how I used ‘my studio’ instead of ‘our studio’ or even ‘the studio.’ I promised to work on that. After all, her arrival filled the hole growing in my wallet. I could afford a few small efforts.

So pleased to see her I was, that I grabbed her bags and immediately showed her the room. Odd that she hadn’t wanted to tour the place before transferring the money and signing a rent contract, but I didn’t ponder too much on the first signs of her … strange behavior. She was very pleased with the room, to much of my pride (I kept it immaculate since posting the ad and even sacrificed a few purple cushion seats to brighten the wooden-floored and white-walled deathtrap.

She was elated.

And after setting her bags in the furthest corner, we settled in the main room for drinks and chit chat.

I was the cleanest, handsomest, untouched man in the porn industry. She, of course, started off with a lovely comment about my sparkling hazel eyes. I swooned. This girl was a goddess. As long as she dished the compliments (where they were due) and loaded cash into my pockets, I was determined to keep her forever.

But, I told her firmly. This will not evolve into a romantic traipse or dating relationship.