The Woman and the Other Women

She had regular customers she kept on a schedule of Monday through Friday. She was a conscientious worker, and quite organized. You had to be, in order to be so many people over a five day stretch. Each client expected something different from her. If you weren't well organized, you would get them mixed up. It would be crazy, if it didn't pay so well. So, the calendar, was of a series of rituals, and transformations. Morphing from one day to the next, for the greater part of the week, into different people.

As the calendar now stood, on Mondays she was Nadine, a teen-aged vampire nymphomaniac, as so casted by one of her clients, a college kid. On Tuesdays, she was a virgin peasant girl named Katrina who meets an old man by the well, while fetching water. On Wednesdays, she was Twyla, the lesbian partner of a man who sincerely believed he, too, was a lesbian, trapped in a man's body. Thursdays were easy, he didn't even insist she have a certain name. He just wanted to watch tv, and be in control of the remote. And on Fridays, she was Sister Mary Josephina who chased a bad boy around his apartment, and spanked him at every opportunity with a wooden ruler.

But, on Saturdays and Sundays, she was just her self. A simple working girl who was going steady with her boyfriend. And that would be me.