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Terri O’Brien
I have been inspired to write this book as I feel that there is little I have ever read previously that comes close to how basic and funny it can be to be involved in the sex industry. I say ‘inspi...ver maisI have been inspired to write this book as I feel that there is little I have ever read previously that comes close to how basic and funny it can be to be involved in the sex industry. I say ‘inspired’, because I have never been in the position to have gathered the information myself. In truth, I would never have possessed the courage to attempt to do so. The stories I am about to reveal have been gathered, over time, from chatting and laughing with women who are dealing with situations that have frequently made my toes curl with embarrassment. My involvement began due to a chance meeting with an ex-colleague, and it is her story I tell.
Firstly, however, I thought I would do a bit of brainstorming with my daughter. What seemed to be a lively and amusing concept was received with slightly less enthusiasm than I might have hoped for. In fact, it was made abundantly clear to me that my interest in such matters was completely inappropriate and not to be encouraged. This is roughly how the conversation went.
‘You’re going to write a book about what?’ spluttered my daughter, almost choking on her coffee.
On reflection, I could have perhaps waited for her to swallow her mouthful of hot liquid, before I made my announcement. In fact, I could probably have chosen a better location. Looking around at a sea of curious faces in a, somewhat busy, well-known coffee outlet, I suggested that we resumed the conversation during a stroll around the lake. I sensed that what I was about to say was not going to be very well received – despite the fact that it was perfectly all right to discuss the contents of Fifty Shades of Grey!
When we reached a seat that appeared to be fairly secluded, I motioned to sit down.
‘Well, come on then.’ My daughter lost no time in saying ‘spit it out!’
By this time, I had gathered my thoughts and had chosen a slightly more subtle introduction to the idea.
‘Well, you know I have always been interested in psychology, and how different people interact with different people on different levels,’ I began. My daughter eyed me suspiciously, nodding slowly. ‘Right . . . well . . . in view of current trends . . . I thought now would be a good time to expose some of the more amusing aspects of a taboo subject,’ I continued in a lighter tone of voice.
‘Hang on a minute now, Mother.’ The offspring had clearly found her voice. ‘When you were in the coffee shop, you mentioned that you intended to write a book about prostitutes!’
‘Yes, but . . .’ I tried to interject, but the ‘palm in my face’ gesture alerted me to the fact that she had not quite finished with me yet. ‘But me no buts!’ the daughter continued. ‘Let me finish. May I point out to you that you know nothing about massage parlours, or those who frequent them! I probably know more about them than you do!’
I resisted the urge to question how she knew anything about the subject and decided that I was on a hiding to nothing. I was in no position to reveal my sources of information. Neither was I keen on the idea of explaining that I had experienced many very enjoyable nights out in the company of ‘ladies of the night’.
‘You’re probably right,’ I capitulated. Seemingly content that she had nipped my idea in the bud, my daughter ambled along with me, discussing more appropriate matters, that is, maybe I should ask the doctor about hormone replacement therapy, or join a yoga class. There seemed to be a bit of role reversal going on that I didn’t quite understand. Never mind all the arguments we had gone through when she was a teenager going out in fewer clothes for the evening than she wore to bed! Mothers, apparently, were not supposed to dwell on anything other than knitting and darning.
I decided that if she was going to be priggish about it, then it was ‘payback’ time for all those pointless teenage tortures she had put me through. I was going to do it regardless – because I could!
I, therefore, dedicate this book to my daughter but will take the precaution on booking airline tickets to a distant land – should it ever get published.ver menos