She feels more at home in the throes of orgasm than she does in any other part of her daily life. Everything makes sense then, if only for a moment. This may be what led her to pursue life as a prostitute. It may be her troubled childhood. She knows she’s unusual. Living life this way, choosing to. She’s grown comfortable with it. Enjoying the highs, expertly moving quickly through the lows. It’s a carefully crafted life. One that cannot stay the same. It’s not the kind of life that love could grow in, and she knows this. She just doesn’t know what to do about it, or how to find the love she’s secretly always craved more than anything.