The lesbian turned on the coffee-machine and got herself ready to serve coffee to the Stresa Welcoming Committee. Francesca was the first to arrive and she strode quite confidently. Inga always noticed such things and could tell that Francesca was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
"Where's your homework?" She asked. The ladies always referred to their 'guests' as homework.
"I didn't really have any" said Francesca. Inga couldn't help but let out a ghasp of amazement.
"But you went home with that dish!" She said. "I'm a bloody lesbian and even I thought he was a bit of alright. What happened?"
"Well he was a cuddler!"
"A cuddler hey?" Said nodding knowingly. "Unfortunately, there's no way of predicting who the cuddlers are!"
"It's not even as if I am ONLY doing this for the money. Sure the money is great, but if push comes to shove, my family is relatively well off, and I don't absolutely NEED the money so much as to do this."
"So why do you do it?" Asked Inga.
"Well.. uuuhh..."
"Well what girl?"
"I don't wanna sound crude!" Said Francesca, blushing.
"Oh!" Said Inga. "You make money by having sex with travellers and tourists,... and now you're worried about sounding crude? C'mon, girl!" She said forcefully.
"Beh, mi piace di scopare." Said Francesca, bashfully and quietly. She had reverted to Italian, as she hushed her voice. Up 'til now, they had been speaking in English, as Inga was from England originally and English was her first language.
"Well of course you like to screw! That's why you're here!"
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