When night fell, some women as young as twenty congregated at the park. The park was a popular spot for women seeking partners and for dotting couples. These women as I found out later were part time hookers. They weren't aggressive in their trade and some times they needed lengthy persuasion. Usually men engaged them in a conversation before picking them up for a quick fuck. Their charges varies. Some very old grandfathers could be seen coming here too.
I started coming here upon recommendations of a few friends. People started coming here as early as 8 pm. After pairing up, they began moving away. Some ventured further into the more secluded unlit spots while others preferred to drive off in their cars. As late comers, we sometimes picked up women who had just been used and we might be their second or third clients. The younger ones were hot choices, while the more mature ones were older grandpa's only choice.
I parked my car at the parking lots and observed the people who had already gathered there. There were small groups here and there. Everyone seemed engaged in pairs or in groups. I was still seated in my car observing. I noticed some had left in pairs while they were pairs who slowly strolled to the darker part of the park. The situations here was surprisingly non chaotic.
I noticed one lady seated on the park bench. She had a torch in one hand and an umbrella in the other sitting alone. She avoided the groups of ladies whenever they neared her. I was curious. To me she might be alone hooker. So far till now she wasn't approached by any man. I strolled up to her casually so as not to have her running away.
"Why are you keeping to yourself?" I asked in a very polite and gentle tone. "You didn't seem to enjoy the company of others" I added.
She calmly told me she was on the lookout for her husband who seldom came home. She might find him here. I was sorry for her. I asked her if she had been here every night. She said no. This was her second night. The last time her husband came back was two months ago. He hardly stayed for a week and was gone again. She reminded me that she wasn't available and I better get going should I intended to look for a quickie, referring to a quick fuck. I told her I was here more towards curiosity than lust.
I told her to keep watching while I strolled around. I didn't really know how to minggle wth strangers here and I wasn't really keen on chatting. So I just took a walk about not really looking for a quickie. After I had seen enough and was not in the mood to make my pick, I walked back to the car. I had to walk pass the lone lady who was on the look out for her husband. She was a sympathetic sight to see. Her plight was heart touching.
As I walked pass the bench where she was seated, I heard her small voice calling me. I turned around to make sure she was referring to me.
"Are you going home?" She asked again. Not sure of an answer, I just answered her a simple No. I planned to drive around, I added.