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"I went to my husband&amp;#039;s office party last week. I fretted for a long time about what to wear. At least ten minutes. I even put my make-up on a mile before the house rather than frantically searching for the lip liner in the driveway. I&amp;#039;m a good wife that way. The house was predictably beautiful. As I cautiously carried my wine glass outside, I internally reminded myself, &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t cuss. Don&amp;#039;t ask too many questions. It&amp;#039;s Rex&amp;#039;s night - not yours. More than anything, don&amp;#039;t spill too much personal information.&amp;quot; With self-imposed directions like that, I knew I could not go wrong. But I also should have known that asking me not to let my inner truck driver out is like asking Rosie O&amp;#039;Donnell not to be fired from a talk show. In fact, I see where Rosie is coming from. I&amp;#039;d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I&amp;#039;m not. So instead of chatting about dishes, I dished about sex. And gay marriage. And when one of his co-workers mentioned that his wife was running late due to getting the cat a haircut, I couldn&amp;#039;t hold back the inherent joke that some kind of feline, beginning with a &amp;quot;p&amp;quot; was getting shaved. This made everyone laugh, which led everyone else to reveal some secrets. One person shared that he once ran a phone sex line. Even if I&amp;#039;d been quiet up to that point, I couldn&amp;#039;t let that one go. Hey, it was research for my job. (Yes, you&amp;#039;re welcome.) &amp;quot;Are the girls hot?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Not exactly,&amp;quot; he chuckled. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not about their looks but about their voice,&amp;quot; He added, &amp;quot;They get paid for their hold time.&amp;quot; I had to think about that for a second. And then of course it dawned on me that he was talking about how long they could keep the guys on the line before the mission was detonated.  &amp;quot;Did the girls get repeat business?&amp;quot; It seemed to me that if one worker really satisfied a client, he would use her over and over. The answer was a resounding yes. &amp;quot;Did they work from an office or from home?&amp;quot; I had a hard time picturing these ladies all lined up in office cubicles. What would the monthly meetings be like? &amp;quot;Team Gay Porn, you&amp;#039;re arriving too late at work! Virginal Cheerleaders, stop hogging the decaf coffee. S &amp;amp;amp; M&amp;#039;ers, punch out the time cards, not each other. Hot Cougars, virtual bites on the customers, not real bites on the staff room bagels. That&amp;#039;s for the Big Breasted Teenagers! Congrats on getting straight A&amp;#039;s on your oral exams!&amp;quot; Turns out that these women did, indeed, work from an office. And, like any other gig, it was just a job to them. I&amp;#039;m probably ruining many male fantasies. If so, think of me as the person who saved you thousands of dollars. But more importantly, write in. I&amp;#039;d like to know what virtual women are satisfying that real women are not. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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