Naturally, one assumed Lilith had been lucky. As with so many simple things that  occurred in her life, anticipating the direction of the bullets and deflecting their path was merely secundum naturum (second nature) for Lilith.

With the advent of the Internet, the need for a madame or pimp was voided by any girl with a modicum of intellect. In preparation for each call, she checked her handbag for the usual tools of the trade:  makeup, creams, lotions, baby wipes, mini bottles of ginseng extract and most importantly plenty of condoms.

Prices were fixed according to time allotted. The average visit was one hour at seven hundred per. With tip, she generally cleared a thousand an hour. Over time she had developed a fairly consistent regimen. Three customers constituted her normal daily client load. The usual workweek was Thursdays through Sundays;  but of course her schedule had to be flexible. Some clients needed more attention than others,  just as in any business.

Other than the positive fact that her job provided her with a lucrative income, there were  negative drawbacks… Not the sex. That had never been a problem. Lilith loved sex.  She was not a nymphomaniac.  She was just a girl with a hungry appetite; who simply enjoyed dessert more than the main course…  The problem she could not escape was the delicate nature of the work of her clientele. Discretion was paramount in her working relationships. A hint of scandal was unacceptable.  In diplomatic, corporate or espionage circles, one wrong move could lead a prominent client on the first step toward Siberia or worse… death.

It was this tenuous aspect of her job which first brought Lilith and I together.

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Were I to perish, I would remain fresh for at least three days.

The expiration date on my corpse would lengthen.

Frigid air encircles my being.

Not one flake likened to another…Except in purpose.

They fall, cover… and given time and temp,  grow.

The sirene beauty… the expanse of white desolation…

Inspires the hibernating mind.

in the practice of everyday life.

When we encounter an individual

Who, by dint of desire unencumbered,

chooses to:  lift the heart without qualification,

embrace one’s loneliness, as well as his bounty,

celebration (unrestained) is justified.

The confluence of two spirits, in this glorious manner,

Is friendship in truth. (A rare occurrence, indeed).

Those sharp cutting cheekbones and aqualine nose were the two exclamation marks, the “cherry on top”, of her incredible overall beauty. Skin the color of alabaster mixed with the black smudges of makeup, only seemed to accentuate her amazing features and the distress on her face.

Lilith had walked out on him almost four years ago, to the day. Yet, seeing her like this, it was almost as if she had never left. He remembered their first meeting, when she explained to him that her parents…who were into Kaballah before it was trendy…had named her after the first female created by God according to Hebrew mysticism.

Lilith…the bad girl, who could never get along with Adam or God.

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