Monday 10th February.
Whoo hoo! No rain. It stayed dry all day! A wee bit of sun
appeared and then went away again as though it was embarrassed to be seen in
public. We [ie me and my ex-school friends] have always called the sun Lawrence
because of an English teacher we had who kept saying things which we took the
wrong way. Whilst studying “Sons & Lovers” she told us the following gem,
”Of course, the Son is Lawrence…” so the name stuck. For a similar reason, but
in a History lesson, teapots forever became known as Betties!
On the work, social and interactive front today was a bog
standard, interchangeable, nothing unusual or different happened today sort of
day.
I walked Callie.
We swam. Ate breakfast. Went to Uni. Had lunch. Came home.
Cooked and ate dinner. Laura went to work. I missed her. She came home. I
walked Callie again. We got intimate. We
slept.
The same events as usual.
Somewhere in the masses and masses of CDs, LPs and singles
Dad has a song called “Nothing Happened Today”. It is very short and I can’t
remember who sang it. It is 45 seconds of silliness put on to record.
Ah, flash of lightning hits as I listen to the radio news
about the Sochi Winter Olympics. It is a word association thing.
Sochi = Russia.
Russia = There are no Russians in Russia [another of Dad’s
records].
There are no Russians in Russia = Radio Stars.
Radio Stars = Nothing Happened Today [Damn All, Not a
sausage, Bugger all!].
Rah rah rah. The way my brain works sometimes amazes me!
Those are the entire lyrics as far as I can remember them.
Tuesday February 11th.
Today was almost another Radio Stars song day. Almost…
Although, Dad did phone before we left for work to ask how I
had managed for food with virtually none of the tea pot money being spent? I
had to admit I had forgotten it was there. I did use the cheque he had left for
the kennels but had completely forgotten he always leaves cash for food if I
house sit!
The Old Codger then went on to admit he had forgotten
something too; he had forgotten to hand over my $5050 winnings from my bet
against England in the Ashes series and a couple of small pressies he had
bought for Laura and me. I ask you, how rich is that? He calls me to tell me I
had forgotten stuff and he is just as bad! I didn’t bite my tongue this time, I
told him he shouldn’t be criticising me when he was displaying signs of early
onset Alzheimer’s.
Perhaps I should have held back, he sounded a bit hurt when
I told him that. So I asked him if he wanted to come down for a few days, he
said he would consider it but he might have trouble finding his way down to my
house. We finished our convo with me agreeing to go back up to his on the
weekend of the 21st, I don’t think there is anything on our schedule
for that weekend and he did say he also had a surprise for me. A surprise as
well as the presents? I am intrigued. I bet he’s left it in Australia or
something.
Uni in the morning was same as usual. XXX & Y this
afternoon was more interesting. The Adriana woman, who is the high class escort
we successfully defended once, was in again. I met her in the lift on her way
to the summit of Olympus and she said, “We never did have that chat, did we?”
I sort of mumbled my reply, feeling very embarrassed, as the
lift was full.
“Meet me for lunch tomorrow at Lokanta. We can talk then.
You have from 12.45 to 2.15, don’t you?”
Again I mumbled a reply.
“OK. I’ll see you there, 1pm.” There was no brooking of
argument or dissent. I simply agreed!
She stepped out at the fourth floor; I was heading higher,
towards the gods, as I had some papers to give to one of the partners. I felt
as though my face was absolutely aglow and probably redder than Rudolf’s nose!
I delivered the documents with the minimum of fuss, and to avoid a repeat
meeting skipped down the stairs instead of taking the lift back to the
Archives.
The rest of my afternoon was event free.
Dinner was courtesy of Laura, as usual, and she had done
some fresh tuna steaks which were delicious. I missed her again as she shot off
to work but muscled down to some serious sewing of my casket embroidery. I have
almost finished the first panel.
We had a serious cuddle and hug when she got back and we finally
settled for sleep at almost 1am!
Wednesday 12th February.
I walked Callie.
We both went swimming. Just the same as usual. I was hoping
that I wouldn’t have to invent an excuse for not meeting up with Laura but she
asked if I’d be really disappointed if we didn’t have lunch, she was going to a
meeting arranged for “maths” students interested in following a career as an
Actuary.
My brother became one of these a year ago and I was secretly hoping
she wouldn’t attempt to follow a career in the same field as my brother. My
face must’ve been a picture because she said, “Don’t worry. I am not going to
get involved with anything to do with accounting if I can help it, but the
speaker is going to touch on probability and that’s the area I’m hoping to
focus on. Plus there’s a free buffet!”
“What’s the probability you could sneak me in for the free
buffet?”
“None at all, I am afraid. We had to sign up last week as
places were limited and on a first come first served basis. Sorry!”
I feigned disappointment and packed myself a solitary
sandwich as a disguise.
The Locanta Meze Bar and Turkish Restaurant is located on
Glossop Road, we’ve been past it several times but never gone in before. It is
tastefully decorated and looks quite classy really. I could see why Adrianna
had chosen this instead of the other places up and down Broomhill. It is only a
few minutes’ walk from the office and luckily it wasn’t raining or windy
either. She was sitting in the reception area sipping from a glass that looked
like it contained white wine. I walked in, she rose to greet me and we air
kissed each other on each cheek.
A waiter appeared from nowhere with a menu and asked if I
wanted anything to drink. I opted for J2o, as I couldn’t really afford to get
woozy at a lunchtime when I had a full afternoon’s work waiting for me. I sat
down and examined the menu. I had the Kuzu Kavurma [sautéed lamb]. It was
absolutely delicious. For dessert we had a sharing size chocolate soufflé,
which would probably have failed the description “sharing” if I had made it.
This was also wonderful.
During the meal we chatted inconsequentially as though
getting to know each other [which we were, obviously] and I learned that we
shared quite a lot in common. She was a graduate [Fine and Applied art] she had
discovered her Escorting later in life. She was single after a failed long term
relationship and was just about resigned to being single and childless for the
rest of her days. She is 41 although she looks much younger, and has quite a
stash from her earnings and wise investments at the start of the dot.com
bubble; getting out before it burst.
She then began speaking to me about why I wanted to chat
with her. She had spoken with someone at XXX & Y about me, obviously. She
also knew I was single and in a Lesbian relationship. She knew about
Christopher’s attentions to me and how I had rebuffed him. She assumed that I
wasn’t a dyed in the wool, life-long lesbian, but someone who had discovered it
later in life. She also though that was why I wanted to talk to her because
although I was in a loving stable and committed relationship I still had a
longing for cock! My jaw probably hit the table.
Her premise was basically this: women get involved in
prostitution for several reasons, the worst reason is financial hardship; the
best a love of sex with lots of different partners. There are a whole range of
shades of grey in between [pun intended] but the nearer you are to financial
reasons the less likely it is you should do it.
She had a sugar daddy through University – several in fact –
and she played them off against each other as they vied for her attention,
affection and her body. They would take her on holidays, buy her expensive
gifts and generally lavish money on her in return for having sex with them. She
left Uni in 1993 with an extremely healthy bank balance and no emotional
entanglements. Then, a few years later, she fell in love and went head over
heels. Their relationship lasted for about 8 years until finally he left her
for a younger version of herself.
She then decided to cut her losses with men as an emotional
support and potential life partners and
so, as a side line to her work, she began part time escorting [in the evenings]
to have no strings sex and also to bolster her bank balance again. She
advertised on adult services web pages and charged enough to deter any riff
faff [then she was charging £200 per hour, now she charges £400]. She saw maybe
one or two clients per week, always reasonably well off men who were happy to
pay a lot of money for her services.
Eventually, though she realised she could make as much in a
week as she did in a month at work for only a fraction of the hours. She did it
all legitimately: making herself a company offering adult services; filing tax
returns on her income and generally playing by the financial rules of society
if not necessarily by its moral rules. That is where we came in, as a company,
she was reported anonymously, to HMRC as a possible tax evader and eventually
our firm defended her in court and won her case. The change in the law
regarding prostitution made her case stronger and the fact that she had
meticulous records of all her financial dealings meant that HMRC’s fishing
exercise came to naught.
Her advice was:
a) Check my motives. If all I really wanted was no-strings
sex with a variety of different men it was a good way of doing so and earning
money in the process.
b) Set up a page on an adult services web page. She
recommended something called Adult Work
c) Only ever work with a set number of client per week and
always use a hotel for the business never your own home. Travelodge, Days Inn
etc are great for this; cheap but clean and anonymous. Always have a cut off
time so that you don’t have to spend the night in these places.
d) Charge what you think may be too much. She advised £250
per hour at first. It really does deter the hoi polloi.
e) Always make advance booking a few days ahead of time.
That way you can see more than one client per session and make sure your hotel
expenses are covered. Never book a hotel before you have at least one booking.
g) Register with a sexual health clinic, explain your
profession and arrange regular sexual health check-ups. This is vital.
h) Have definite no go areas. Personal Hygiene for example.
No unprotected sex. No swallowing of semen. No two client or group client
bookings. Make sure you have a set of standards that are clearly spelled out on
the web page before you see any client. Always be immaculate yourself.
i) Get a completely independent mobile phone which is used
only for this work and nothing else, ever.
j) If you are keeping this activity secret never put
photographs of your face on the web page and never tell your partner, BF,
Husband what you are doing. If you are in a relationship remember to stay
consistent in your behaviour, personal hygiene, dress style as possible.
k) Be professional, polite and courteous. But be firm about
what you will and will not do. Do not be coerced or bribed into doing anything
you don’t want to. Offer the client alcohol but never have any yourself.
l) Wear immaculate clothing and sexy underwear. Nothing
dirty, old, torn or tacky. Take care
with your make up but don’t overdo it.
I jotted notes down as she was speaking, I have expanded
them here.
We chatted on inconsequentially for a while after our
“business” was concluded and we left together. She headed off to the car park
where she had left her car I wandered slowly back to XXX & Y pondering what
we had discussed.
She made it all sound so easy and clinical. It couldn’t
really be that simple could it? I know one thing for sure it has definitely put
me in two minds about continuing down this line. Before I met with her it was
only a vague idea in the back of my head, now I can see exactly how it would
work and how I could physically do it. The real question is: is it a betrayal
of all that Laura and I have made in the few months we’ve been together? I
actually think it really is a betrayal. So far it is all in the mind. Taking
the next step is the hurdle I may baulk at.
Adrianna said I had to call her once I had got started and
let her know how I was doing. I don’t think I’ll be making that call anytime
soon.
My work afternoon was quite a lot different as I sat there
and tried to imagine entertaining a whole series of men whose sole purpose for
meeting me was to fuck me. I have been a bit of a wild child in the past but
this was something I would have criticised to high heaven if anyone had
suggested it back then. This got me
thinking about the significant men in my life and our sex together. I got so
worked up thinking about Richard I claimed I had to visit the basement archive
and look something up… …I spent over twenty minutes in the ladies reminding myself about Richard again! I have
never ever done that at work before. Afterwards I felt a little bit guilty and
ashamed but I knew that Richard’s reaction would have been the total opposite
of those two emotions!
It is a good job the basement loos are so under used! LOL
There was an amazing sky this evening; cloudless [more or
less] and with a really bright, almost full moon. It was so clear I didn’t need
to turn on my torch. It was still quite blowy though, which is probably the
reason there were so few clouds to obscure the moon. Obviously the day’s rain
had had an effect though as the football match at Bramall Lane had been called
off again – another waterlogged pitch. How many waterlogged pitches do they
want?
When I got back Laura asked me if I had a gone a different
route with the pup tonight. I asked her why and she said because she couldn’t
see my torch along Onesacre Road! She looks out for me when I walk the dog.
Isn’t
that sweet? [It made me want to cry when I reflected on where I had been this
lunchtime!]
Thursday 13th February.
Jesus H Christ! The wind.
We were woken at about 3am by a bloody loud banging from the
back garden. Wandering downstairs and turning on the security light I saw it
was the dog kennel dog flapping about in the gale which was whipping down the
hill. I went out to stop the banging and discovered the lock thing had broken.
I made a temporary fix by wheeling the bin round to block the door. It is a
good thing it hadn’t been emptied yet as it would have been too light to do any
good if it was empty.
The wind had eased considerably when Callie woke me up for
her walk. We left the wheelie bin in place until after I’d walked the woof and
we’d been for our swim.
While Laura rustled up breakfast I went to examine the door.
The hasp which held the bolt in place had come off leaving the bolt with
nothing to close on to. Luckily it had only fallen a short way from the shed. I
went to the cellar and fetched the tool kit. I have some large washers and some
nuts and bolts in there. I reattached the hasp with a pair of bolt and put two
huge washers on the inside of the shed; if it wants to unattach itself again it
will have to pull two 1” washers through the side. I had bored through the shed
with a bradawl rather than using a drill and I was done in less than five
minutes. The nuts I used are locking nuts so I think there may have been a
slight element of over kill in my repair! I am Miss DIY of South Yorkshire!
University went pretty much as usual.
Laura and I had lunch in the refec and she told me more
about yesterday’s talk. We were a bit rushed last night because of my late day
at work and then her being at Dominic’s. She is of the opinion that being an
Actuary would be relatively interesting but not as much as the field of
probability which she is considering. She has seen the sort of job she’d like
to do when she graduates, there is one going at King’s College London: it
involves Number Theory and Probability Theory and Programming , the salary
starts at £31K. Phew. She knows that particular job won’t be there by the time
she graduates but at least she has seen that something along those lines is out
there. I hope she doesn’t find one that is too far away from Sheffield, though.
That could present problems. I won’t dwell on anything like that at the minute.
She has 18 months before she graduates which will give us time to work out a
Modus Vivendi.
Once again she was at Dominic’s tonight. I drove her down
and went to collect her afterwards. This gave me a chance to talk to Dominic
who has already run out of the German wine Dad brought back. I suppose it has
been nearly two months since Dad brought him four cases. He wanted to buy any I
had left, which I refused – naturally, but I promised to phone Hilmar or Akki
tomorrow to see if we could do anything for him. It is a bit bloody
presumptuous of him I think but I will definitely phone and see what the
likelihood is.
We both walked Callie for her the last walk of the day and
then shared a shower before bed time. The sky was even clearer than last night;
the moon was totally full, rather than yesterday’s gibbous version. It was so
bright and the shadows it created so deep you could count the number of
tentacles dangling from my silly hat in my shadow.
We made shadows of two
people kissing too. We made quite a lot of those actually. Laura wondered if
her erect nipples would show bulging through her t-shirt in a moon shadow, so
she opened her jacket and stood in profile. Her nipples were really
visible to my eyes a few feet away, they were just about discernible on her shadow, too.
She didn’t stay like that for long, just long enough for the shadow of a hand
to appear and start caressing those naughty little items.
We returned home to see how well the shadow images matched reality. I think this is an experiment we will have to repeat again and again!
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