A commercial for a local Manchester escort service came on the TV. I called the number written at the bottom of the screen, was assigned a girl and we would meet the next day.
The first time I saw her, I was stunned at her beauty and grace. Our eyes met as I stood up, and she smiled. Her name was Anastasia.
At the end of the night, I reached for my wallet and she put her hand up. She looked me in the eye, and said “when can I see you again?” I thought my heart might burst out of me. I walked her to her car, as I bid her farewell.
The medical reports said she died quickly, so she didn’t suffer. Her car skidded on the icy roads and she collided with a semi truck and the force of the blow severed her spine.
The love we shared in these past few weeks will stay with me always.