The Date

The Datethe escort service set me up with clarise, not pasty--how in god's name would this work?She had two heads. That was my initial response after she opened the door, but, as I soon discovered, they in fact shared one body."Clarise?" I asked, praying that the aberration before me was not her. But even before she opened her mouth I knew this was my client. There could be no other reason why the job was paying so much."That would be me," she said, smiling. "You're Norm...