At his laughter, her eyes flashed in momentary anger, but she immediately settled back with a self-deprecatory chuckle.<br/><br/>"Of course if you take it out of context like that... but as ludicrous as it sounds, it's pretty much the truth... I mean it's not like I lo--<em>liked</em>him."<br/><br/>She paused, shrugging unaffectedly.<br/><br/>"A self-serving, lying little cunt who would probably sell his own daughter into the sex trade for a promotion, really. It's only that my life was pretty much at a standstill. Dead-end job. Poor. Constant rejection. All sorts of rejection. No friends, no family. But you know, at least I wasn't being an upwardly mobile prostitute. I didn't fuck him with any expectations. Nope."<br/><br/>She looked for a second at the taxi driver, who, she thought appreciatively, was an extraordinarily good listener. Or maybe she was just desperate. In either case, all her previous mental safeguards and suspicions had evaporated. She was getting into her story.<br/><br/>"Even at the beginning I knew not to expect any favors from him. I did it 'cause I wanted to. He was the whore, not me."<br/>