Stumbled on this thread Many years ago, when I had cash to burn and was a very inexperienced hobbyist, I was out of town on business and ordered my very first escort sight unseen from the goddam yellow pages. She arrived at my hotel on time and was charming, sexy, and accommodating. We had a nice time, and finally she asked if she could shower quick before she left. Meantime, I counted out her fee, added $100 tip, and had it ready to hand over. She came out, totally nude and drying herself off, and I said my goodness you look like a Penthouse Pet. Her eyes instantly fill with tears in a way you could never fake and she tells me that her mother was a Penthouse Pet who died young soon after giving birth to her. Fake tears do not move me a millimeter, but I am a total softie for genuine womanly pain. I hand her what I already have ready, plus a moneyclip with what I know is another $300. I was leaving in a day or so and I had no intention of ever seeing her again. Later, I look up the month and year she mentioned and sure enough I see a model with her features. I didn't think of it at the time, but later I hoped that when she hears the "Penthouse Pet" trigger, she'll still think of her mother, but she'll also think of that generous stranger (me).