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to attend.” Marianna assumed they’d be about protection against disease and the proper blow job technique or some such thing.
    “It’s a two-day psychological intensive where you’ll hone your abilities to read people. Fantasy interpretation. Personality identification. Body language. You’re lucky.” Isabel smiled. “We have one beginning tomorrow.”
    Marianna raised one brow. “You teach us psychology?”
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    “That’s what this is about.” Isabel crossed her legs and set aside her legal pad. “We pride ourselves on interpreting unexpressed fantasies. A client says he wants this”—she leaned forward and lowered her voice—“but he really wants something else entirely, something he can’t express, is afraid to voice, or doesn’t even know he wants. Your job is to ferret that out.”
    “I’m not very good at reading people.” If she was, maybe she wouldn’t pick the wrong jobs or miss opportunities.
    “It’s easier than you think. You interpret body language, facial expressions. You learn to read between the lines, look for the sub-text in what a person says. Sometimes it’s as simple as someone saying he doesn’t want to do something, and you realize you have to help him free himself.”
    Marianna laughed self-consciously. “I’m not sure I’ll be so great at it.”
    “Don’t be modest. Women are very good at reading a man’s signals. We’ll help you perfect that ability.” Isabel picked up her pad once more. “First we have to uncover your fantasies.”
    “My fantasies?” Marianna mentally gulped.
    “Yes. That’s how we learn to match you. We look at your desires and find a client we think will mesh well.”
    “But I don’t have any fantasies.” She thought of the limo scenario she’d played with two nights ago when Jewel first told her how she made extra money.
    “Everyone has fantasies. You just might not think of them that way. What do you imagine when you’re masturbating?”
    Marianna was glad she hadn’t been sipping coffee, or she’d have spewed it all over the chintz.
    Isabel correctly interpreted her look. “If we’re not frank, we can’t provide our clients with the ultimate experience. More important, we can’t give you what you need. This is as much for you as it is for them.”
    “I thought it was about—”
    Isabel put her finger to her lips, cutting Marianna off. “Courtesans was founded over two hundred years ago to give women a freedom they could attain nowhere else. That’s still our mission statement today.”
    They had a mission statement? Marianna experienced an urge to giggle. She held it in.
    “We encourage women,” Isabel went on, “to realize their full worth. We want to empower women, aid them in exploring their own sexuality, whatever that 25
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    may be and whether they get paid for what they do or they do the paying. It’s all about self-worth.”
    Marianna didn’t have a whole lot of that. Nor did she think Courtesans was going to give it to her, but she played along. “That’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
    “Good.” Isabel gave her a smile, one that had an almost feral cast to it. “Let’s talk about your ultimate fantasy. Have you imagined threesomes, foursomes, watching two men have sex . . .” She spread her hands and raised her brows. Marianna shuddered at things she’d never even considered. Did Jewel do any of that stuff? “I’d rather stick to me and one man.” Then she laughed and added,
    “How about finding Prince Charming?” It was only after the words were out that she realized it wasn’t so much of a joke.
    Her biggest and best fantasy was of taking over her sister’s life: a handsome husband with a secure job, a huge house, two darling teenagers, and a car without a crack in the windshield. Tina’s life was . . . normal. Their father was proud of her for her charity work and her well-mannered children. Like Beaver Cleaver’s mom, Marianna would