fact or fiction?

she didn't know his last name but it didn't matter.

she didn't know where he worked other than that he was a lawyer/accountant ("lawcountant" was the term she used so she wouldn't forget) and that he was a very busy professional who lived in Sydney and flew to places across Australia for work.

she didn't know anything about his personal life but that was okay; he didn't know much about hers either.

when he had called her earlier that evening she knew she just had to put a face to the name and voice. she wasn't desperate, just curious.

it was her first time seeing the insides of Crown Towers where he was putting up for the night - luxury she could only dream of being able to afford.

she noticed little things about the room and him - his CK boxers, his expensive looking cufflinks, the Herringbone shopping bag on the dresser ("i had to run out and buy a new shirt because i didn't expect to be staying the night"), polished black shoes.

he was not spectacular in bed. in fact, she thought the sex was bad... really bad. he blamed his inability to perform well on the fact that he had an insanely early start that morning with a flight to catch to Melbourne, where he was on the go for the rest of the day.

later, they ordered room service and lay in bed talking. he asked her a few questions, nothing too personal. she answered as truthfully as she could.

it was getting late and they both had to be up early the next morning. as she put her clothes on, he pulled out $50 from his wallet and placed it on the desk - "take a cab home, i'll pay."

her place was only a 15-minute walk away, so she pocketed the money and walked home instead.