You responded to my Craigslist ad for massages for women and I find myself at your door in a part of town where I am not comfortable. You answer the door and tell me to come in as I carry my portable massage table into your apartment. I say,” My name is John” and you reply,” I am Karen”. I set up my table and say, “What are we doing today cleansing and massage or just massage”. You look at me and say,” I want the whole package and anything extra”. I turn around and you are standing there naked. I say, “You certainly are not shy”. I plug in my towel warmer and get my soap and water ready. I notice your body is covered with tattoos and scars and you look like you have had a very hard life. I have you lay down on the table on your stomach. You are still very beautiful however there is something odd and different about you. I begin to wash your back and you feel the tingling of the cleaning solution and say,” That feels so good”. Trying to make conversation I say,” Tell me about yourself”. It was like the flood gate suddenly opened as you start telling me how you have been in prison for ten years. You are telling me about the horrors of prison life and how the other women raped you and abused you. I found myself playing the role of a therapist and saying, “How did that make you feel”. You reply by saying, “Nothing good comes from incarceration and there is no benefit to anyone not even the victim’s family”. Being puzzled I say why do you say that. You reply,” Because the victims family testified on my behalf saying that it was just an accident”. Feeling uncomfortable and the need to change the subject I say,” Where would you like to go for vacation”. I am scrubbing your feet hard and massaging them. I work my way up your legs to your thighs. I take a fresh washcloth and start to clean between your legs. You moan as you begin to orgasm and say,” I am sorry I could not help it”. I reply,” It is totally fine, and you are supposed to enjoy this”. I roll you over on to your back and begin to scrub your front. You are absolutely loving it as I spread your legs and scrub between them. I get my hair clippers and meticulously trim your pussy hair and make it look enticing and hot.
Later, Jillian would credit Todd for the random encounter that brought Wesley into her life. Dear Todd, so well intentioned, so faithful, so supportive; and such a limitless source of guilt each time she contemplated leaving him and, in the same harsh move, severing herself from the undeniable status and position the union he so desired would bring to her life. Were riches worth boredom? Such internal ruminations had preoccupied her for weeks, but lately they'd been fogging her routine concentration. Just now, for instance. Certain that the cab she'd been hailing had pulled to the curb for her, she found that assumption unexpectedly, and unpleasantly challenged by a tall, dark stranger who calmly stepped in front of her and opened the door for himself.
I arrive at your property and drive down the long driveway to your house. I get my carpet machine out of my truck and walk to your door. You answer the door and tell me to come in. I ask you where you want me to start and you reply,” Why don’t you do the big areas first and then work your way back to the bedrooms. I explain to you that I need access to a toilet and a water source. You tell me I can use the utility sink in the laundry room. You are very beautiful with long flowing red hair and you are dressed in spandex shorts and a tub top. Your shorts are so tight I can see your pussy lips. As usual my body betrays me, and I find myself fumbling trying to hide the fact that I have an erection. You point to the security camera and tell me they are in every room. I smile and say,” No problem I am here to clean carpet”. You give me a naughty smile and say, “Yes you are”.
I see you pull up with your car full of groceries and offer to help carry them in for you. You smile and say, “That would be wonderful”. We had seen each other around the apartment complex but had never formally met. We both get to your door with arms full and you turn the key and open the door. We both walk in and set the groceries on the table. I tell you,” Stay here and put stuff away and I will bring it in”. I make several trips back and forth and then lock your car asking you first that you had your keys. You are overwhelmed and say,” Thank you for your kindness”. I put out my hand and say, “My name is John”. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me on the cheek saying, “You do not shake a girl’s hand you hug them and kiss them “. I smile and say,” Yes this is true, but it is also proper for the man to allow the woman to set the boundaries in the relationship and that is what I was doing”. I ask you,” Are you free for dinner tonight”. You reply, “My name is Julie if I had plans, I would cancel then if you are asking me out”. I smile and say, “So I will take that as a yes so be ready at 6:00pm”. I give you a kiss on the cheek and walk out the door to go to my apartment. Out of the corner of my eye I see you through the blinds doing a happy dance. I smile as I walk away.
I find myself with a broken heart and rejected as my girlfriend has refused to come on the vacation that we have planed for a year. I am in Las Vegas and I have dinner reservations and show tickets for two people for a week. I also have an engagement ring and I have no idea what I am going to do with it. I am a bit drunk and feeling sorry for myself as I strike out for the third time trying to pick up a woman in a bar. Being disgusted I walk out of the bar and hail a taxi. I tell the taxi driver, “Take me where there is allot of homeless people”. The driver instantly says,” I no be part of drug trade”. I smile and say,” I am not looking for drugs I am looking for love”. The driver laughs and says,” You want hooker”. I reply, “No” and explain my situation and that I want someone that will appreciate and enjoy the experience to be my companion. The driver turns into an industrial area and drives down to an abandoned warehouse as he says,” You good man I wait here and not charge you”. The driver points at a door as I get out of the taxi. I walk inside the door and I hear someone say,” Are you a cop”. I reply loudly so everyone can hear, “I am not a police officer I am looking for a date”. After a roar of laughter, I explain loudly so all can hear how I was dumped and left alone on the vacation that I was going to ask my girlfriend to marry me. I can see all the women listening closely to what I was saying. After I was done with my speech I say,” All you ladies that are interested line up over there as I pointed. Suddenly a mob of women moves to make a line so I can choose. There were women of all ages and I could tell the old women were trying to appear young and the very young women were trying to appear old. It was like I was at the pet shop and all the puppies want me to choose them. I look down the line and I see all the women as young girls wanting to be chosen by the prince. I see one woman as her facial twitch betrays her telling me she has mental illness. I say loudly,” Anyone that does not have a government issued ID get out of line”. There is a grumble of disappointment as three quarters of the line leaves. I survey each woman thinking to old, to young, not healthy and then I came to you. There was something about you that caught my eye as I walked to the end of the line and walked back to you. I point at you and say,” I choose you” and you smile as I take your hand. I Lead you out to the taxi as the other women clap being happy for you. I say,” My name is John and I want to take you on a journey to a new and better life”. You smile as you get in the taxi and say,” I am Linda”.
I punch the clock and head for my car. I think to myself,” I deserve something from the liquor store”. I had worked at the factory for fifteen years and it has never gotten better. Always mandatory overtime and being forced to work holidays. Seniority meant nothing because there was no union and if they felt you were not going fast enough; they would replace you with someone younger. The dehumanizing environment was so depressing we had to have regular monitoring and counseling by a company psychologist. I see you on the side of the road and pull over to offer help. You have the same company uniform on, so I immediately feel a connection with you. I arrange for AAA to tow your car and you ride with me as we follow the tow truck. I say,” So how long have you worked at Douglas Glass”. You smile and say,” Eight months going on ten years”. I laugh and say,” I totally understand your reply”. We pull into the repair shop and you talk to the mechanic. Your face looks like you are about to cry as you come out. I say, “What’s wrong”. You blurt out,” He said it will be three days”. I say,” That is no problem since we work the same shift you can ride with me by the way my name is John”. You smile and say,” I am Susan and are you sure you want to do that”. I nod my head yes and we get in my car so I can take you home. You tell me where to turn and when we get to your place I start laughing. You say,” Why are you laughing”? I reply,” Because I live two blocks away. I can tell you seem uncomfortable so I say,” Would you like for me to drop you off here”. To my surprise you say,” No come in and have a glass of wine”. I say,” That sounds great” and we head towards your door.
I see you coming as you walk into the store and your beauty overwhelms me. I watch your long hair get blown about as you walk inside the door. You take a cart and start shopping in the clothing area. I watch your beautiful ass as you walk away and I feel a stirring in my groin. I walk over to you and say,” Can I help you find something” You smile and reply, “Can you get the key to the fitting room “? I go up to customer service and get the keys and return to where you are. I go to the first stall unlock it and you say, “Can I have that one” as you point at the handicapped stall. I say, “fine “and unlock it. You carry in some garments and I start to walk away and you Yell, “can you stay and help me”? I Reply, “Yes I will be happy to help”. I hear you shuffling around in there and then you come out in bra and panties and say, “What do you think”. I tilt my head in thought and say, “Are we going for the business or casual look”? You reply,” Business”. I look at the bra and ask,” May I touch the bra”? You shake your head yes and I gently feel the fabric with my fingers thinking about your comfort. I say, “This feels like it may be hot after wearing it for a long time”. I get another bra and give it to you to feel. You notice the difference and get that bra in your size. I am standing there, and you step in the booth and change your bra without closing the door. I say, “Well you certainly are not shy”. After you try on all the clothes you are going to buy you take the stuff that was the wrong size and hand it to me so I can place it in the return cart. You say come here as you want me inside the booth. With a puzzled look on my face I walk in. You have noticed my erection as It was hard to hide. The handicapped booth is large and has a business chair for someone to sit in. You tell me to drop my pants and sit in the chair. I am breathing heavily as you drop your panties and get into my lap facing me and slowly sitting down. I am in ecstasy as my cock slides up in you. I start sucking your nipples and thrusting my cock up in you. I can feel your vagina convulse as you arch your back and erupt into orgasm. I pound you harder until I explode deep inside you. We stay there for about ten minutes in each other’s arms. The juices leaking out and falling below the chair .You get up and get dressed and take you cart and head for the cashier. I take the keys back to customer service and a coworker looks at me and says, “are you OK you look like you have been hit by a train”. I smile and say, “I think I have”. I catch you as you are going out the door and say, “Can I have your phone number by the way my name is John”. I hand you my phone and you type the information in. As you disappear into the parking lot I smile and can not wait to dial your number.
It is a beautiful day as I am getting settled into my new place. A small one-bedroom cottage out in the country. I move the last of the boxes from the truck inside my home and pause for a break. I am sitting on the front porch swing when you start walking down my long driveway. I watch you as you come up to the door and stand to shake your hand. “Hello, my name is John”. You smile and say, “My name is Andrea”. The sunlight is shimmering off your beautiful long hair as I am taking in all your beauty. You hand me a basket of fresh cherries and say, “Welcome to the community these are from my orchard” I smile and say, “Would you like to come in and have a beer”. You reply, “No thank you I do not have time, but I want your phone number because living out here we need to stick together”. I say, “Absolutely” and reach into my wallet and get a business card and hand it to you. You have a naughty smile on your face as you read,” John the Handyman I have a tool for your every need”. You place the card in your purse as you smile and say,” keep your phone close because I will be calling soon” as you turn and leave. I watch you walk back down the hill and disappear out of sight.
I see you in despair at the terminal because you have just been told you flight was canceled. I am on the same canceled flight and have been booked on the flight tomorrow. I see you talking to the ticket agent in tears and I hear the ticket agent say, “I am sorry you do not qualify for free hotel room”. I say, “may I help”. You look at me with untrusting eyes wondering what I am about to say. I look at you and say, “I have a suit in the Hyatt you can have your own separate room and lock the door and if that is not good enough for you I will get you your own room “. You look at me and say, “What do you want”? I Reply, “My name is John and I just want to help”. I smile and say, “Please join me for dinner in a four-star restaurant”. You are studying me but do not answer. I say, “OK I am going to have dinner at Callahan’s so if you change your mind take your luggage to the belle desk and leave it and come join me” I turn and walk away
I am sitting alone in the corner of the tavern when you walk in. I see you scanning and looking and then you zone in on me and smile as you start walking towards me. I do not recognize you at first as you extend your hand saying, “Remember me John”. However, I instantly remember your voice as I smile and put my arms around you and kiss you. I hold you close and squeeze you saying, “It is so good to see you. What are you doing in town”? You smile and say, “I came to see you”. I say, “I did not recognize you”. You smile and say, “I changed my appearance to protect you”. I had been your cell house officer while you were in prison and relationships with former inmates are forbidden. I say, “It seems strange now you are trying to protect me”. You smile and say, “You deserve it”. I say,” How did you find me” and you reply,” Facebook”. You notice people looking and say, “Can we go to my Hotel room so we can talk without people staring”. I look around and say,” Sure we can and relax none of them work at the prison they are just wondering who you are. You say, “Go pay your bill and I will be outside in my car”. I walk up to the cashier and ask for my bill and he says, “It is a little early for you to be leaving might you have a date with that sweet honey that was just in here”? I smile and say, “Maybe” as I hand the cashier a twenty. He looks at me and says, “Don’t let this one get away john”. I give him a squeeze on the shoulder and say, “Thank you Ted”.