The Client

He was nervous. He never did this before and it would be his first time.

"Relax" she said as she started to unbutton his shirt.

He looked into her eyes - a beautiful brown. His nervousness started to fade as he lost himself in her gaze.

"That's better..." she reached for his belt and undid the buckle. She slid his pants down onto the floor and as she started to reach for his boxers, he grabbed her hands.

"Umm...." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah...just..." He put her hands on his chest.

She could feel the beating of his heart. Strangely enough the beating was steady and not rapid. He then took her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her in closer.

He spoke to her in a hushed voice.

"Can we stay like this...for a while?"

He placed his head on her shoulder. What happened next surprised her. He started to cry. Softly at first, but as the minutes passed his crying became more intense. At this moment she figured out his intentions.

She knew the man who was crying in her arms didn't want sex. He only wanted the company of someone. To feel the warmth of another body. Before her was a broken man, someone who could no longer carry the burden of his world on his shoulders. She held him closer.

"It's okay. Let it out. You'll be fine." She whispered softly to him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

The two sat on the bed for what seemed like hours, the man baring his soul to her through his tears, the embrace they shared the ears he was yearning for. Through all this she comforted him, continued to run her fingers through his hair, occasionally whispering words of encouragement.

Eventually his crying stopped. He had fallen asleep in her embrace. She looked down at the man and set him on the bed gently as to not disturb his sleep. She took the blanket and covered the man, kissed him softly on the forehead and began to gather her belongings.

As she started to leave the room, she noticed that he had placed money on the small nightstand next to the bed. She took enough money for breakfast and walked out the door. As she left the room she turned around for one last glimpse of the broken man.

"Sweet dreams. You'll be alright."