Love Prostitution.

Last night at a pub, (not particularly fancy) I saw something that stunned me. A girl maybe in her 20s, but she's hardly 25. He was sitting at a table talking to a boy about the same age. He came out of the bathroom and sat at a table next door. A man may be over 30. (He didn't have a youthful look, but he wasn't old either). He looked at them and shouted angrily, Ay. The girl turned her eyes immediately. And he made a gesture come - come. The girl got up, the boy stepped up, and it happened. The girl made a gesture to him, stay. It was scared. She went, and the man told her to sit down. Put your hand on it, look at it. And he asked. Who's this guy now with a calm voice? The girl is not confident. A friend of mine. He laughed a little. And he asks if he likes it. She blushed bowed her head and said unsurely No. He smiled even more broadly. She lifted her head by putting her hand under her chin. He looked at her and calmly, but slowly told her. Remember, in time, you'il realize that Love isn't as important as having it here. And pointed the plate, several times. She blushed bowed her head.

He raised his voice. Hey. She raised her head and looked at him. He took a potato with ketchup. And he served it to her mouth. She pulled away a little bit. He raised his voice. Come. She ate it. While you were eating it. He pressed against her. When you eat it. He grabbed her head and kissed her. She's got a grip. But he stood still. Such disgust. It was obvious that she had no desire for him, rather fear. But I just pulled myself together and stared. He looked at the boy. It was also tightened, clutching the table and with a distorted face. He made a gesture to him and told him to go to their table. He said he was going. And it worked. The man said he was going to buy him a drink, but the boy refused again and went to pay his bill.

The man looked around the place and saw that I was staring at him and squeezing the table. He stopped looking at me. I don't know why I'm, but in a split second, I took my eyes off it. I picked it up right away, he was looking at her again. She had leaned down and looked at the table. He told her. I wanted to find out who he was from, but he didn't come. He was completely calm. She said they've known each other since they went to school together in middle school. He asks if they're just acquaintances. She looked at him and answered firmly. yes, don't worry. He paused, she looked again. He patted her on the shoulder. You said nothing happened. And staring at tv. Her eyes burst into tears. I couldn't stand it, I stopped, I wanted to yell at him not to harass her. I didn't say anything, I looked around, no one reacted, they didn't even look at it. I paid and i went out. I took a quick look at them. He was saying something, she was listening to him and looking at him. There was a beer in front of her. I was 1m away from them, the TV was quiet. Besides, they didn't speak quietly. If I hadn't looked at them, they wouldn't have made an impression on me, but now they're stuck in my head. Then I came across the article love prostitution, there it is described that it is not so immoral, that it is something like a holding, for him to support her, she allows him a lot of work. And I know a lot of women who would sell themselves for money. But that just got nasty.