My mother never went out a lot. She was a bit of a homebody, but a few weeks ago she started talking about how dull her life was. She started talking about finding a hobby to fill her time. My mother started going out after dinner, and I figured she was taking a cake decorating class. Then, she started arriving home later and later and sometimes not at all.
I decided to follow her one night. I followed her to a ritzy hotel where I saw her with a man. I figured she had a boyfriend. I followed her again the next night, and she was with a different man. I waited up for her to get home that night. I questioned how many boyfriends she had, and she told me none. I called her a liar until she explained she explained that she works for a London escort agency.