6: It's Good to Be Back

Her first words were I’ve been kidnapped. I found it hard not to laugh.

“What do you mean, kidnapped?” I asked.

“This is why I haven’t called,” she said. “This couple wouldn’t let me leave. I was kidnapped,” and she slowly began to explain. I lit a cigarette. She had received a call from a man called Simon. Josie had been recommended. I knew she would have like that. But I didn’t say anything. I let her continue. Simon and his wife were looking for someone to help invigorate a declining sex life. This sounded an ideal job for Josie. And it was. Until that is, the couple left the bedroom. And locked the door. The story, however, is not as exciting as I’d hoped. Josie remained there for hours rather than days. And the couple played extremely well. The tears were not to do with the experience. Rather, she had been taking too many drugs and had forgotten about me. Josie was coming down. She came over to my apartment and I tucked her into bed. She slept well, as I did. I slid under the duvet some time later and we hid from the city.