Blessed Lord, if you are trying to wean me off sex work, why would you choose such a beautiful day to send me on an outcall to my favorite hotel wearing a flower sundress and toting a bottle of champagne for two hours with a man who merely wants to please me, five or six times, before having a go himself, and then, in the height of his climax, Adonai, why would you make him shout, “This is where you belong!” for no reason I know unless he was channeling you?