She's 22 or 23, a tastefully highlighted blonde, and quiet. It's her Coach purse — immaculate, yet worn with an out-of-season parka — that tips her off to me as his mistress. I'm working, escorting his colleague. She's new to this, she says. He's not. And his new blue pills are a problem.

For me, it's an hourly contract. But for the live-in mistress, Viagra has restructured the deal.

A student by day, she got into this for the nights: Dinners she couldn't afford, pretty things to wear. He's not bad in bed, she says. "But I have morning classes. And we never go anywhere anymore." He's not getting the message. He thinks he's the Terminator. If he reloads his prescription again, he might as well start calling me instead of her. Hope he's budgeted for overtime. (Photo of mistress-in-waiting Baby Girl #94492 from SeekingArrangement.)

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