Being in the thrift store suit made Vincent uncomfortable, both physically, from the bad fit, and from the ego perspective.
But he had an entirely different persona for his paid liaisons.
He wasn’t the slick, Christian marketer who made millions off bible verse car air fresheners.
He was Karl, a struggling appliance salesman who liked to be completely humiliated.
The girl entered the car, which was a beater he kept behind the office strictly for these dates.
They went over the details, and “Karl” began to drive.
“I hate these stupid air fresheners,” she said.
It was a good start.