She's not waiting for a bus.
Aged 14, I got packed off with a couple of other kids from my school to Vienna, for a Maths competition (i was a bit of a swot and a geek then). So the few of us (4 i think) end up in a completely foreign city with a scatterbrained Maths teacher who seemed more interested in sampling the local beer than anything else.

So, they day before the competition, we've wandered around the city a little, and I got separated from the others. We had decided to make our own way back, but I was counting on sticking with one of the others. It was getting quite late, about 10:30pm, and I'm stuck in a city where I don't speak the language, have no idea of the layout, and only have a piece of paper on me with the address written on it, and a very small amount of money.

Being unable to navigate the subway system, I decide to ask a nice woman for directions. she takes me over to a bus stop and talks to the driver, who then takes me on the bus and tells me where to get off. Thankfully once I do that I recognise the area and can get home, at around midnight.

It's not until several years past my naive state that I realise quite what such a provocatively-clad, heavily-made up middle aged-woman was doing hanging around on street corners, and have a slight twinge of remorse that I was too young to be properly realise what was going on during my first encounter with a prostitute.

I would have apologised for length, but couldn't speak the language
( fross Read your email on, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 13:42, Reply)