continuing the story:
My reasons for being there were not to chat so it wasn’t long before I said my goodbye’s and parted company with Annie to drive around the corner to find a quieter spot for me to ‘work’. Once we had parked I climbed out of the car and, nervously, crossed the street to take up my pitch. Waiting at the road side I alternated between standing on the edge of the pavement and walking back and forth, my short skirt flicking up to reveal my stocking tops and the heels on my boots clicking loudly in the quiet night air. A few cars passed slowly by me as I waited, my heart pounding as I watched each car carefully, trying not to look obvious, knowing that my outfit made it completely obvious as to why I was there. I noticed one small black car go around the block a couple of times, the driver looking me over as he drove by, before, on his third pass-by he finally pulled in alongside me.