I knock quietly.  Nothing.  Perhaps in my efforts to be discreet I have knocked too quietly.  I knock harder a second time and I hear movement inside.   Immediately my mind starts racing with a stream of questions.  What am I DOING?  What if I am about to be diced up and skinned alive by some complete psycho?  Is any amount of money worth risking my safety?  While questioning my sanity, my mind is interrupted by the door opening.  I quickly draw in my breath and hope for the best.
There he stands, my first client.  He is wearing a white terrycloth robe.  Immediately his kind eyes put my racing brain somewhat at ease.  I make my way around the door.  With a quick hug and glance around the room, I feel I have reached the point of no return.  I feel at ease knowing that no matter how much I panic now, I am here.  I have come this far and now turning back is no longer an option.  The rest is up to fate.
If only I knew at the time that this day would be the point of no return, that once a girl crosses certain moral and personal boundaries, there’s no going back.

[Side note: I saw the girl that co-wrote this book.  She is "Britney" in my reviews.]