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By Amye

Oh my, here’s comes Handsome Hutch.

The man is one fine lookin’ specimen of maleness. But it’s not just his pretty face, glowing hair, and gorgeous long body that I fell in love with. ‘Course that don’t help, I smile wryly to myself. It’s his beautiful soul that makes him so irresistible. Shining through eyes so clear blue that I c’n see my own soul reflected back. Them piercing eyes catch everything and if it’s bad stuff – he’ll do his best to make it better.

It’s like he’s got some notion to save everyone from every ill, even if it means he’ll die trying. Sometime’s I worry ‘bout ‘im.

The first time I met my Hutch and his studly partner was soon as I come out here from Georgia. This guy I was workin’ the street for, well his name’s Janos, but that’s not important. He was beatin’ on some of his girls if’n they didn’t do ‘nough business. And one day it was my turn. Hutch and Starsky were the cops who came to help me. Hutch was the one who took care’a me while Starsky took care’a Janos, and the moment those beautiful hands touched me I was a goner. All the compassion and gentleness of Jesus was in those hands. When I looked up to see who was takin’ care’a me – my Lord, I thought he was an angel and I was dead. The light hit behind his head and burst his hair into a gold halo. And the Good Lord only gives angels them kinda faces. I was starstruck and speechless. Which is sayin’ a lot, for me.

Janos didn’t get much time, so he was back out and looking for his girls again. After goin’ through what I did, I didn’t want no part of that anymore. But I was good at my job, and to be honest, I didn’t have no skills in anythin’ else; so I moved up and figured it was better to work by myself, for myself.

I’magine the two cops are lookin’ for someone. It’s hard to turn down those questioning eyes, and they’d never put me in harms way. Always lookin’ out for others, those two are. I heard Starsky call Hutch a White Knight once. I couldn’t describe the blonde better myself. All shining and golden, and not just on the outside either.

What I’d give to turn back the clock before I started walking the streets. But maybe I wouldn’a met Hutch then. My grandmamma always said hindsight was 20/20.

How did I get myself into this line of business? Well, it wasn’t on purpose, that’s for sure. Things happen, and usually by default. I don’ know of any young lady who picks bein’ a hooker or escort for a profession. It sure ain’t healthy, but you do get to meet interestin’ people. It’s a common ‘nough story: I followed a boyfriend out here, but we didn’t last much longer than a ten spot at a barroom. And rather than go home to my momma and give her ‘nother mouth to feed, I stayed here. It’s also real hard to get work here unless you got real desires to go somewhere or know someone. I didn’t know no one, other than Jake, the guy I mentioned. So’s this became my only recourse. It’s not so bad now I’m away from Janos. ‘S long’s he don’ find me none. I got a steady group of clients; though I wish a certain blonde cop was one of ‘em.

If I ever got the chance to make love with Handsome Hutch, I know that’s what it would be - love. Oh, I knows he don’ love me. But he cares, Hutch can’t help but care. I can see it in his eyes; he can’t hide much from me in those eyes. I c’n tell when he’s up, down, hurtin’, or happy. Them eyes don’t hide much. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Hutch’s are.

As the two approach me, I looked into my drink, wonderin’ if I ever got out of this profession, if Handsome Hutch would look at me different. Sure’d be nice to think so.
 

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