looking and rich. I’ve decided to become a well-paid escort, a modern day man of leisure. Don’t knock my side hustle. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL! You are awesome. –Sapphire Storm
I’m for sale to the highest bidder, but she’s gotta be a fox. –FINDERKEEPER
Oh God. LOL. Are you a gigolo? I can tell you in advance that I can’t afford you. Maybe you’ll allow me to make payments. –Sapphire Storm
I wish and you’d never be able to pay off your debt. No one is going to pay my asking price for all of this lusciousness. I refuse to sell myself short. Speaking of which, I only stand two feet tall and have an annoying habit of licking my lips like a toad. –FINDERKEEPER
Niiiice! Your sexiness truly is off the radar. No wonder I can’t quit you. –Sapphire Storm
I’m a self-appointed comedian, remember? I’m a charming motherfucker by nature. This is why my looks aren’t important. I can woo the broads with the stroke of my hands. Well, that sounded different than what I meant it to, but you know what I mean. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL. You make me think you’re some grotesque sloth. –Sapphire Storm
Show some respect. I prefer to be called Jabba the Hutt, thank you very much. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL! But you want a Princess Lea? –Sapphire Storm
No, I don’t want her. –FINDERKEEPER
Imposter! You’re no real Jedi! –Sapphire Storm
Sure I am. It’s just that her hair looks like two overgrown cinnamon rolls. I’d be hungry all the time looking at her, not horny. Indigestion is a mood killer. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL. You are too much. Thanks for the laughs tonight. –Sapphire Storm
Thank you for the conversation…will you be here tomorrow? –FINDERKEEPER
I believe so… –Sapphire Storm
Good. Goodnight Princess Lea, May the force and the iced frosting be with you… –FINDERKEEPER
Goodnight, Jabba, may you please practice hygiene in your near future and remove this chain from my neck. –Sapphire Storm
You mean the green slime oozing out of my mouth doesn’t do it for ya? Awww Jesus, you like Star Wars, for real! Do you accept marriage proposals online, Sapphire? –FINDERKEEPER
I do, but I insist you eat corn first to prove your undying love to me. –Sapphire Storm
You must be yanking my chain. Wait, you’re the princess, not me. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL! Bye. –Sapphire Storm
Bye, Sapphire Storm. Pleasant dreams in a galaxy far, far away…
‡
Chapter Five
F or two weeks, Sean didn’t see the angry black woman who’d flashed him. And what a damn disappointment that was… He’d hoped she’d be standing out there again, her deep red satin robe waving to and fro, ready to unleash her angst and her panties, too. Instead, he only happened upon four trash bins, neatly placed in front of her three-story home, surrounded by perfectly trimmed shrubbery and an air of elegance. As he gathered the woman’s discarded whatnots, his thoughts drifted to past conversations with a certain someone. The oddest thing had begun to happen on his routes, causing him to be prone to wearing the silliest of grins, no doubt.
He got to thinking about those peculiar people.
Women.
Maybe they all weren’t so bad after all. Sapphire may be full of shit for all he knew, but it was a good brand of shit, the kind he didn’t mind hearing. As he spoke to Sapphire Storm more and more on the computer, his thoughts meandered more frequently to the angry flasher, too. He was attracted to her, and…he liked how she spoke, regardless of the attitude she carried like a torch the day they interacted. Not only did he think about her, he daydreamed about her, wondering what her well-formed lips would feel like against his own. His recent reservations about dating were pushed to the forefront, demanding re-examination, begging for another go at it. For redemption.
Okay, maybe that was too much, but at least a second chance at bat. He’d developed a fucking infatuation with the woman, and he found it in some ways reprehensible
LOL! You are awesome. –Sapphire Storm
I’m for sale to the highest bidder, but she’s gotta be a fox. –FINDERKEEPER
Oh God. LOL. Are you a gigolo? I can tell you in advance that I can’t afford you. Maybe you’ll allow me to make payments. –Sapphire Storm
I wish and you’d never be able to pay off your debt. No one is going to pay my asking price for all of this lusciousness. I refuse to sell myself short. Speaking of which, I only stand two feet tall and have an annoying habit of licking my lips like a toad. –FINDERKEEPER
Niiiice! Your sexiness truly is off the radar. No wonder I can’t quit you. –Sapphire Storm
I’m a self-appointed comedian, remember? I’m a charming motherfucker by nature. This is why my looks aren’t important. I can woo the broads with the stroke of my hands. Well, that sounded different than what I meant it to, but you know what I mean. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL. You make me think you’re some grotesque sloth. –Sapphire Storm
Show some respect. I prefer to be called Jabba the Hutt, thank you very much. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL! But you want a Princess Lea? –Sapphire Storm
No, I don’t want her. –FINDERKEEPER
Imposter! You’re no real Jedi! –Sapphire Storm
Sure I am. It’s just that her hair looks like two overgrown cinnamon rolls. I’d be hungry all the time looking at her, not horny. Indigestion is a mood killer. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL. You are too much. Thanks for the laughs tonight. –Sapphire Storm
Thank you for the conversation…will you be here tomorrow? –FINDERKEEPER
I believe so… –Sapphire Storm
Good. Goodnight Princess Lea, May the force and the iced frosting be with you… –FINDERKEEPER
Goodnight, Jabba, may you please practice hygiene in your near future and remove this chain from my neck. –Sapphire Storm
You mean the green slime oozing out of my mouth doesn’t do it for ya? Awww Jesus, you like Star Wars, for real! Do you accept marriage proposals online, Sapphire? –FINDERKEEPER
I do, but I insist you eat corn first to prove your undying love to me. –Sapphire Storm
You must be yanking my chain. Wait, you’re the princess, not me. –FINDERKEEPER
LOL! Bye. –Sapphire Storm
Bye, Sapphire Storm. Pleasant dreams in a galaxy far, far away…
‡
Chapter Five
F or two weeks, Sean didn’t see the angry black woman who’d flashed him. And what a damn disappointment that was… He’d hoped she’d be standing out there again, her deep red satin robe waving to and fro, ready to unleash her angst and her panties, too. Instead, he only happened upon four trash bins, neatly placed in front of her three-story home, surrounded by perfectly trimmed shrubbery and an air of elegance. As he gathered the woman’s discarded whatnots, his thoughts drifted to past conversations with a certain someone. The oddest thing had begun to happen on his routes, causing him to be prone to wearing the silliest of grins, no doubt.
He got to thinking about those peculiar people.
Women.
Maybe they all weren’t so bad after all. Sapphire may be full of shit for all he knew, but it was a good brand of shit, the kind he didn’t mind hearing. As he spoke to Sapphire Storm more and more on the computer, his thoughts meandered more frequently to the angry flasher, too. He was attracted to her, and…he liked how she spoke, regardless of the attitude she carried like a torch the day they interacted. Not only did he think about her, he daydreamed about her, wondering what her well-formed lips would feel like against his own. His recent reservations about dating were pushed to the forefront, demanding re-examination, begging for another go at it. For redemption.
Okay, maybe that was too much, but at least a second chance at bat. He’d developed a fucking infatuation with the woman, and he found it in some ways reprehensible
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