Pau

“You pau?” she asked. Not impatient or mocking. Just a question.

“Pau,” I said, not even sure. Maybe I could go again. But maybe she would charge again and I would waste money.

“Pau,” I repeated. Put on my pants, hands still shaking from the pleasure but I knew not to linger. I don’t smoke or drink. And I work hard for my two minutes, sometimes thirty seconds, to be pau.