JACKIE WANTS A BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP. CLARA IS SEARCHING FOR LOVE. CAN THEY REACH A COMPOMISE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE? It’s the first day in a new city, Miami, so I keep saying to myself: Jackie girl, act cautiously, or you know what’s gonna happen. The Italian businessman, who’s blind in one eye and walks with the aid of a cane, is a perfect mark. He’s called Max. He’s old, he’s married, he’s tipsy, he’s rich, and he hangs on every word I say. He has no idea how to proceed. He’s hopeful but uncertain, which is good. It means that I hold the reins. I could be a high-class hooker, a friendly hotel guest who likes to chat, or a nymphomaniac redhead who regularly rattles old men’s bones. Or all three. Kent was kind and attentive when he believed me jailbait. The sex was gentle, he worshipped my breasts, bought me gifts, ran bubble baths, rubbed scented oils into my skin and a dozen other selfless acts. As soon as I leaked the truth, that I was eighteen not fifteen like he’d imagined, his attitude flipped. I thought he cared, truly I did, but all he wanted was a child sharing his bed. An adult Clara doesn’t hit the same spot. I wish I could scratch my confession, but it’s too late now. The pussy’s out the proverbial bag, but he was hoping for a kitten.