We're all just ticking time bombs
Even a man in service to others has his needs and as the Fixer is quite single, he might as well take advantage a few ‘tit for tat’ deals made. His services for theirs. Not the patients themselves, of course, that would be wrong on so many levels, but the Houses, yes.
Even Falke can admit when he’s rather vanilla, and with time spent half on the sex part and half on the companionship part, he’s an easy customer. A genuinely good time. A respectful, happy client. So he was tonight, and the Fixer is now both pleasantly tired and feeling lighter as he steps out of the doorway of a brothel, a well-endowed Madame waving farewell to the man with the cane.
And now, he thinks as his stomach rumbles - for food. A place just around the corner with simple, hearty fare - purposefully placed to entice the post-coitus crowd. Moving languidly, Falke heads for it, letting his mind wander more than usual.
Even Falke can admit when he’s rather vanilla, and with time spent half on the sex part and half on the companionship part, he’s an easy customer. A genuinely good time. A respectful, happy client. So he was tonight, and the Fixer is now both pleasantly tired and feeling lighter as he steps out of the doorway of a brothel, a well-endowed Madame waving farewell to the man with the cane.
And now, he thinks as his stomach rumbles - for food. A place just around the corner with simple, hearty fare - purposefully placed to entice the post-coitus crowd. Moving languidly, Falke heads for it, letting his mind wander more than usual.
FALKE
