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Room Number 69?

"Room number 69?" I asked a half-asleep man at the reception.
"Second floor," he mumbled.
It was one of the shadiest lodges in town.
I had my appointment at 12 AM.
Satan's hour as my friend always calls it.

12:04 AM;
I knocked on the door of room number 69.
I gasped as the door clicked.
I stepped inside and locked the door behind me.
My friend had set me up with this person.
I entered a dimly lit room.
6×4 cot on the left. A bathroom towards the far right.
There was a window that faced the main road.
TV was on low volume.

2:40 AM;
I'm riding back home in an auto, writing my first draft of an experience.
An experience that changed my life.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
From life changing moments to lessons for a lifetime.
This was a night that changed my life, completely.

12:07 AM;
She lay on her side, absolutely staring at me.
She was beautiful!
I sat on a chair at an arm’s length from the cot.
"Nervous?" she asks.
"This is my first time," I whisper.
"Let’s do it then?" She looked at me.
"I never wanted this," I pushed the chair back.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor.
She was surprised.
"I'll pay you your fee; I'll pay you extra. I just wanna leave.
I stood up, taking my wallet out.
"Well, I charge on an hourly basis. It’s not even 10 minutes," she looked puzzled.
"I'll pay you whatever the amount is," I offered.
"Sit down, why did you even end up calling me?" she laughed.
"I didn't call you, my friend did," I corrected.
"Whoever it may be. What's the issue kid?" she seemed concerned.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

I could've done terribly wrong things that night, but I didn't.
We sat down and discussed life issues.
We spoke, we spoke a lot.
We laughed, we pointed out each other’s mistakes.
She was a person who enlightened me and it would be a sin to call her a Hooker.

It is for nights like these I look forward to, other than late night football.
Life changing incidents can happen anytime, at any place and with anyone.
Never stop believing.
Everyone gets a miracle; I wonder what's yours?

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