Brothers in arms...

I haven't been in awkward situations where it's been a 'fight or flight'. I am lucky because yesterday, I received a phone call from Tom asking me to meet him as soon as I had an available slot in Café Nero, Kings Road. As it turned out, my available slot was at 10 a.m. this morning, but he was adamant it wasn't a date but rather an interview.

Dressed casually but in something to hint at my curves and assets, I chose a table by the window and a skinny latte to watch out for my date. For the first time in ages, I felt nervous. Promptly at 10 am, a blonde man of around 25 entered the shop. My radar caught the eyes, scanning the other customers and not buying a coffee. I caught his eye, and he came over, confirming who I was immediately. I liked his freckles and dimples and the essence of a man who spends much of his time on a rugby pitch. Anyway, my curiosity was piqued, so I went straight to business. What am I here for?

Tom explained that he had two brothers. Jonathan was very similar to his brother but the complete opposite. For his birthday, he wanted to hire a London escort companion (the same one) who would be up for something different. He looked at me earnestly and said, "Yes or no?"

We discussed money and came to an amount that would be payable upfront to cover the two dates. Tom made a call, and I pencilled them in - one for Thursday and one for Friday. Then I got a flutter of butterflies, wondering what I was letting myself in for on earth! How different can brothers be? I asked. They must be on opposite ends of the scale to come up with something like this. Either that or they have planned the exact two dates, and I have to report which brother I prefer. I can't imagine I won't be comparing them anyway. And it will be most interesting to discover whether they are similar in some ways!

So that is the rest of my week taken care of - two hours with Tom tomorrow in Central London and a contrasting two hours with Jonathan goodness-knows-where on Friday - wish me luck.