Years ago, I worked the summer exhibitions around the country. In Liverpool, I met an encyclopaedia salesman. He was in his forties, and I was eighteen, but we hit it off immediately.
He made it obvious what he wanted. On the last night after dining out we partied and made love for hours in my hotel room. When I woke up, he was gone, but he left me something that would remind me of him for the rest of my life.
A complete set of Encyclopaedia Britannica and a receipt for the money he took from my purse.
