Large bills whisper-light in my right jeans pocket; I hardly notice it’s enough to buy groceries for a month— the weight: that insignificant. Bells on the door chime when I enter. I ask if he’s here because I’m ready— I think… I notice his eyes first, blue, when he surfaces from the back rooms, then his substantial height; somehow it means more to me at this moment. He leads me down the hallway to a room, tells me to have seat while he prepares, sliding latex over skin. Nervous, I pull my faculty t-shirt over my head, unhook my bra, wondering if he is still busying himself or if he…