She also reveals the odd things she encountered during her time working in Ireland, including kinky Corkmen, a judge with a taste for kitchen implements and a chauffeur-driven politician with a ladyboy in tow. I can't dwell on something that I've no control over. On Twitter, people write things like, 'You don't deserve to be a mother,' or, 'You need your tubes snipped. As Helen Wood sits opposite me in a white T-shirt, tracksuit jacket, jeans and flip-flops, I watch her as she tucks into a full Irish breakfast. She is wearing a little eye-liner but there is something very natural and unscrubbed about her beauty. When you're that young, you don't have to try too hard. But listening to her talk, she is so far from a kid. She shows me a photo of a smiling blue-eyed boy on her phone. For almost two years, she slept with men for money. She and an escort friend did a threesome with the footballer in July 2009. The newspapers got wind of it, but all three denied that the event happened. Helen didn't want it to ever come out because of her son. The friend sold her story to the papers, revealing Helen's identity. At that stage, she decided that she had nothing to lose. She tells me that Wayne wasn't blessed with good looks but he was "nice and not an arsehole like some of them". But most men are very nervous and they don't know what to expect, so you get away with doing the bare minimum," she says. An escort girl, a hooker or someone who works in the vice industry; call it what you want, she is not precious about the titles. She had borrowed £500 from a loan shark for a holiday to Spain. When she was made redundant from her £260-a-week office job, she had no way of paying it back. The pressure was on and the bailiff was knocking at her door, not to mention her landlord, who was sniffing around, asking if she would pay him in kind. Worried one night, she phoned her friend who suggested that she join an escort agency. The friend told her that she had been working there. Dressed in a blazer, skinny jeans and stilettos, Helen went for an interview at the agency. He was an Italian man and he didn't have much English. I didn't want him to know that it was my first time. I walked in, he pointed to the bed and I started taking off my clothes. It was £80 for the half hour with the Italian and she got £60 of that. But then I got into bed and thought, 'What am I complaining about. It was a small sacrifice to get rid of all that shit. I could have left plenty of times but I didn't want to, because the money was so good. There were some really low points but you just got over them and picked yourself up again. There are regrets but at the same time, it's a business arrangement. I met a lot of people and, hopefully, with my advice and reassurance, I left a lot of them thinking that they could be happy. I had too much pride to say, 'Can you lend me money or I'll go on the dole. After all, she comes from a respectable middle-class home. Her father is a music lecturer at a university and her mother is a teacher's assistant in a primary school. She used to help out in the local stables in return for free lessons. I wasn't happy at home so I saw going to school as a break. As soon as I'd come home from school I'd take off my uniform and go out. I was hard to deal with and they found it upsetting and people don't like to be upset. Forever smoking in school, she and her friends were suspended for eight weeks. After one row too many at home, she ran away to her boyfriend's house and then stayed with a friend. The friend's mum phoned the social services and Helen was then put into a foster home with a vicar and his wife. They gave me an inch and instead of taking a mile, I respected them. Helen was on antibiotics for a urine infection and she was on the pill, too. Just like a lot of Irish girls, she went to one doctor for family planning and another for her general health. And so, she didn't know that the antibiotics clashed with her pill. When she was getting checked out for her urine infection, complaining about being drowsy, the hospital suggested that she take a quick pregnancy test. The social services then took her out of the vicar's house and put her into a flat on her own. I thought, 'Is this what I'm supposed to be doing with my life, just sitting at home being pregnant. I think if you're old enough to be having sex, you're old enough to be a parent. If something is facing you straight on, you can't moan. After sixth-form college, she worked in several clothes shops before eventually getting a job in an office, as an accountant's assistant. All was going well until she was made redundant and the loan shark was looking for his money. And then she found the answer to her financial troubles by working as an escort girl. They're just normal men who basically want a shag," Helen says. They just want to have a woman sitting down listening to them and not making them feel like shit. Some men, who are very high up in the world, say that they get bullied by their wives. Some men come out with bullshit stories, but usually it's like a counselling service. If they were dirty or had bad breath, I couldn't sleep with them. For an all-night job, she would get anything between £1,200 to £1,400, but a lot of the time for that they'd bring her out for a meal and drinks. But all men are incapable of making her earth move. She tells most men that they have a big dick, "Unless it's obvious, then that'd just be insulting them. They make all sorts of requests such as for anal sex, which she refuses point blank -- "That's pain, and no amount of money is worth having a baggy arse. And even though she is used to hovering around men's nether regions, with Dildos or her mouth, if anyone broke wind she would die of shame. Some men ask to be tied up but she never allows them to tie her up. From time to time, she has asked men to stop heaving away if they were being rough but most of the time they carried on. She was asking him how his meeting went and I thought it was dreadful. Often they bad-mouth their women, saying things like 'that fat bitch at home' and I'm thinking, 'She's probably at home cooking your kids' tea'. Also, she thinks it's important to dispel the myth that men go to prostitutes when their wives are pregnant. It happens sometimes but not as often as people seem to think. But she has never felt guilty for sleeping with a pregnant woman's husband. Working with the agency, there were some scary situations. One man pushed her into a bedroom and she heard him phoning his friends to say that she had arrived. And on one occasion she and her friend arrived for a job and there were 10 Russian men there. Helen and her friend got a portfolio done and advertised themselves on a website called Escort Ireland. They're totally not with it when it comes to sex and women. I had a couple of clients from Cork that wanted to be treated like dogs. They'd sit there and pant at your feet and lick them. They'd never have sex, they just wanted you to twat them. One man wanted me to kick him in his ribs and he'd bring an egg-timer to make sure he got his full half-hour. In Cork, a lot of the men want Strap-On Dildos up their asses. I see it as not having sex with them so I actually prefer that. It's actually quite amusing because I'd be looking at the back of their head thinking, 'You fucking idiot. When he was in the shower, I looked out the window and there was a car parked outside with a chauffeur. He had a massage and we talked about things in general. We were just having a friendly chat and he said, 'I've got a proposition for you. I told him that he could possibly be invited to an appointment but obviously if you don't want him to come, then that's fine'. He paid to stay with me for two hours but I didn't have sex with him because I wouldn't have sex with the ladyboy. One time she couldn't make it over and she offered me instead. Women will go and fuck a footballer or an actor and then they go and sell their story but if they see an escort it won't happen as much. I know I sold my story about Wayne Rooney, but I did that for a reason and by that stage, it was already in the papers. He was a weirdo and he used to bring weird things in. He told me to stand all over the vegetable steamer with my heels. His face was on a level with my foot and he wanted me to swing the lid on my heel. Then he just played with himself in his pants and came. Does that make her look at marriage in a different way. As much as I love him to pieces, marriage to me is final. I have to be 100 per cent sure when I look in his eyes. I'd have to believe that 100 per cent and I don't at the moment. I do think a lot of men are incapable of keeping their dick in their pants," she says. But Helen packed in her work as an escort girl last year. Now she has plans to set up a dress-hire agency, where girls can hire dresses for a few days and appear like Wags, just like she used to do. With all her first-hand experience, she thinks that she would be good at counselling couples and giving them sex tips, or perhaps writing a column about it. One day, she will tell her son that she worked as an escort. He's in a fantastic school now and I live in a really nice area. I'm still only renting but I'm going to buy a house. None of the teachers in my son's school have been judgmental and they all say he's doing great. I think men cheat on women and women cheat on men, too. Leaving clients and coming home to him, she would feel emotionally torn. If you've made a decision, you've made it for a reason. I made a decision to stop, and now that Louis is in the picture that won't change. Her boyfriend, whom she claims is the best thing that's ever happened to her, has been in prison for the past year. He was caught buying firearms with her credit card, unbeknown to her until the police knocked at their door one day at dawn and arrested them both. I was single for six and a half years and then Louis came along. He wanted to take her out on a date but she'd never been on a date before. Besides, she was working as an escort and so she felt that she couldn't do both. When I first got with him, I was still escorting but after nine weeks I thought, 'I'm going to have to tell him the truth. I said, 'You won't want to see me after I've told you this. I like you for you and it's a job at the end of the day. Who am I to walk into your life and expect you to turn things around. But then he wrote to me and said he couldn't live without me, so that's why I've stuck by him. She tells him that it's a prison, and not a catwalk. She is looking forward to October, when he will be out on day release. Strap-On Dildos