The next thing Mike remembers is being on a train. His thoughts ran towards what just happened. Did Tanya get the keys? Is she just as confused by what happened? Or is she going on like she normally does? Without a care and so sure about herself that he'd return home sooner rather then later. His mind was racing. He was so unsure of himself. If this was really the right thing to do. It was something that he was struggling with since he really evaluated his situation. His wants and desires where not met. He feels he might have rushed into leaving.
He wanted to go back, but knew that the cycle would start all over again. Talk, fuck, not give a damn and comfort would set in again. He really was tired of it, but she was so familiar. He wanted her. "No, not me, my dick," he thought to himself. "She's not the one, she's not worth your heart anymore. Dick maybe, heart and soul, not in a million years."
Suddenly an announcement came on informing of a quick stop at the next station. Mike's mind raced again. He suddenly had to get out, get off, far far away. He needed to be drunk. "Yeah, drunk and high," he thought to himself. As the train stopped, he ran almost as if his life depended on it, to the nearest liquor store he could find. He grabbed a couple of bottles of Whiskey. When he got to the cash register to pay, he told the cashier he wanted a packet of cigarettes and handed the Whiskey over to be rung up. Something caught his eye when he looked down. He saw a newspaper open to a page and the ad was looking for something he never expected. "Male escort needed. Send your complete portfolio to
[email protected]. Please include a full length dressed photograph and a full length naked photograph from the front and back."
"What an odd advertisement. Male escort?," Mike thought to himself. "But you've got nothing left to lose. Maybe something adventurous or at least something fun?" "The newspaper as well, Sir," he said to the cashier. "Anything else, Mister?" the cashier responded. "Just the Whiskey, the cigarettes and the newspaper. Thank you." Mike strolled along the streets looking for a motel. As he drank and smoked, his mind kept going back to the advertisement. He kept looking at the newspaper, then got up and poured another drink and smoked another cigarette. And another, and another and before he knew what was happening, he was so drunk that he remembered everything go dark.
Mike woke up with a bang. Trying to focus, his eyes caught what really woke him up. Mail successfully sent." WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT," he shouted to himself in his head. Quickly he opened the email that he sent. Images ran through his throbbing head and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He responded to the advertisement complete with pictures. "Naked pictures?" he thought to himself. "Why would a successful, rich business man want to be a male escort? What the fuck is wrong with me?" He argued with himself. "But yet, it might be just what I need."