I AM AN ESCORT.
I screw men and get screwed for money,
living my life everyday as Jericho Lane.
My clientele list is immaculate.
I am sought out, demanded
and damn good at my job.
I don’t care that these men have families at home,
or that they are important people.
I do it for the money.
to survive.
There is nothing that could make me
feel a bit of remorse or
concern about what I do because
I was born with the inability
to experience or feel emotions...
I don’t feel PAIN
I don’t feel SORROW.
I don’t feel extreme HAPPINESS or LOVE
I am VOID.
A blank canvas of emotions.
An empty hole in an endless sea of
circumstances, moods and relationships.
Until one client changes EVERYTHING.
