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A while ago, the Trojan introduced me to a new whore. As Trey walked into an area Waffle House, he saw a police officer antagonizing a girl sitting alone. She was dressed like a whore and that's the word that kept coming out of the cop's mouth. Well Trey, who's never liked cops anyways and loves to play the knight in shining armor, came to her defense.
"That's my girlfriend you're insulting," he said, walking over to the two.
"You're her boyfriend," he said, looking suspiciously at Trey.
"Yeah."
"Then what's her name?"
Trey looked askance to the girl, but then answered "Lisa."
The cop turned to the girl and asked her, "Is that true?"
"Yeah," she said. "Now leave me and my boyfriend alone."
The cop walked away, and when the girl was sure that they could speak freely, she said "Thanks for your help. I really didn't need that hassle tonight."
"No problem. What is your real name though?"
"Sweet Carrie," she said. "Caroline. I am a hooker in case you're wondering."
"Not really. I'm Trey. The Trojan."
"So why did you help me?"
"I don't like to eat alone."
"Among other things, I assume," she said.
"Well, yeah, but I don't want to sleep with you. I don't pay for sex."
"And if I said it was free, as some way to pay you back."
"I don't sleep with hookers. Don't take offense. You're pretty and all, but it's one of those little rules I have. Do you eat here often?"
"Pretty often. After my walks."
"I've never been to this specific Waffle House before. I should have. It's pretty convenient to a lot of clubs."
And the two talked awhile, and became friends. In time, Trey introduced me to her.
"That's my girlfriend you're insulting," he said, walking over to the two.
"You're her boyfriend," he said, looking suspiciously at Trey.
"Yeah."
"Then what's her name?"
Trey looked askance to the girl, but then answered "Lisa."
The cop turned to the girl and asked her, "Is that true?"
"Yeah," she said. "Now leave me and my boyfriend alone."
The cop walked away, and when the girl was sure that they could speak freely, she said "Thanks for your help. I really didn't need that hassle tonight."
"No problem. What is your real name though?"
"Sweet Carrie," she said. "Caroline. I am a hooker in case you're wondering."
"Not really. I'm Trey. The Trojan."
"So why did you help me?"
"I don't like to eat alone."
"Among other things, I assume," she said.
"Well, yeah, but I don't want to sleep with you. I don't pay for sex."
"And if I said it was free, as some way to pay you back."
"I don't sleep with hookers. Don't take offense. You're pretty and all, but it's one of those little rules I have. Do you eat here often?"
"Pretty often. After my walks."
"I've never been to this specific Waffle House before. I should have. It's pretty convenient to a lot of clubs."
And the two talked awhile, and became friends. In time, Trey introduced me to her.