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muscle .  I got a girl named Allyson to buy my books the second semester, and I pocketed the money my mom sent me.”
    Monica thought his smile was conniving now, as he reflected.
    “If I had to pick the woman who started it all for me, I guess it would be Allyson,” he continued.  “I don’t know why she felt the need to pay for something she was already getting for free, but she did.  She liked to give.  After a while, I wanted to please her more and more, just to see how far she would go.  Every time she came, I wondered how much that was worth to her.  It got to the point where I didn’t even care about getting mine.  But she did.  She would please me and pay me.  It was the best thing in the world.”
    Monica’s eyes were wide, partially due to the casual manner in which he reported this.  She realized her mouth was open, and she snapped it closed.
    “Sorry, is this too much for you?” he asked.  Her embarrassment was cute.
    “No.  It’s just, it’s not every day that one of your ex-boyfriends gets into… your line of work.  But go on.  I wanna hear your story.”
    “So, you want the dirty details?”  His eyes were sinful.
    Monica didn’t want to be the one to back down.  “What do you think I’m gonna do, whip out a bible and demand that everyone in the restaurant take part in stoning you?”
    He laughed at that.  “You sure you won’t judge me?”
    “You didn’t ask me out on a date,” she reminded him.  “This is business.  I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t willing to offer an open mind.”
    He nodded.  “Alright.  So after I learned how to suck Allyson’s clit until it rained money…”
    Monica assumed the pause was to assess her reaction to that.  She didn’t bat an eye.
    “I’m just kidding.”  He snickered.  “I’d be rich by now, if I figured it out way back then.  Nah, I spent the past twenty years working, mostly legit.  I’ve done all kinds of things to make ends meet.”
    “Like what?”
    “Modeling.  Customer service.”  He rubbed his chin, thinking back.  “I was a personal trainer for a while.  I was a salesman.”
    “What kind of salesman?”
    “You name it.  I’ve sold everything from cars to washing machines.  I can be pretty persuasive, especially if my customer is female.”
    Monica didn’t doubt that.  If his looks didn’t pull you in – which they would – you would be drawn to Jovan’s vernacular, his sense of humor and his confidence.  She wondered what sort of things he’d talk her into by the end of the night.
    “I’ve basically been a swindler for a long time,” he revealed.  “I’ve been a gigolo since college.”
    She shook her head.  “You like that word, gigolo ?”
    “Everything else sounds feminine,” he replied.  “I like gigolo.  It’s fitting.”
    “Okay.”
    “I haven’t worked much in the past couple of years,” he said.  “I think I made twenty thousand last year – legally.”
    Monica knew he wasn’t pimping a BMW with those earnings.  “How much you making with your side project?”
    He shrugged.  “Honestly I don’t know.  That’s part of the reason I need a manager.  I want to retire one day.  I need help strategizing.  Lately my life has been pretty carefree.  I’ll admit it.”
    “Do you have another Allyson taking care of you?” she wondered.
    He smiled broadly.  His pride was unmistakable.  “I have several Allysons.”
    Wow .  “You changed a lot.”  She didn’t mean to say that.  She didn’t want to sound judgmental.
    He said, “You have too.  You’ve grown into a beautiful, mature woman.  It’s great to see you again, talk to you.”
    She had to look away from his eyes.  They were enchanting.  She stared at his mane instead.  His dreads were perfect, no new growth at all.  And they were clean, which was not always a given for that hairstyle.  She wanted to see what his hair looked like when he let it down.
    “If your Allysons are taking