The Whores of S. Hanover Street
by DJ Bartel
“Right before my eyes, as if touched by the magic finger of Venus, Stacy suddenly changed. Gone was the gum-jawing bitch. She moved closer and stroked my upper arm. It was a gentle touch. Her eyes, now close to mine, spoke of gentleness and pleasure. Kind reader, it is no more than true. Stacy was transformed from whore to mistress in the wink of a buy.”
