Not long ago I was hanging with some friends when along came a man named Tom. Soon he was telling us about Francis, a woman who had done him wrong.
He told us that he had let her stay at his house when she needed a place to stay and that he had fed her, bought her clothing and accessories, paid for her medication, regularly gave her spending money, and let her use his car. He was angry because after all he had done for her, one day he went home to find that she had moved out, without notice, without a thank you, or even a goodbye.
One of the first questions he was asked, in light of his financial outlay, was “Was she good in bed?” He had no idea as he claimed he had no sexual intent, he was only helping her out of the goodness of his heart. Besides, he told us, she had hepatitis and would never have sex with her because of it.
Turns out that I know Francis - have for quite some time. We often flirt and hug when we see each other but it never goes beyond that – I know what kind of woman she is.
She told me that he has only one bedroom and that he insisted that she sleep in his bed while repeatedly insisting that he had no sexual intent. However she claimed that he continually tried to touch her. She says that she stayed with him only because he kept buying her things, giving her money. She says she finally left because, in spite of his proclamations, he was expecting, and getting more forcefully so, that she would have sex with him. Ewww yuck!
Another time and I was hanging out with the same guys as before and again Tom came along. All he could talk about was how horrible women were, how they used him, took advantage of him when all he was trying to do was to be nice to them. As he told his tale, some of the other guys were acting sympathetic towards him. Not me. I could see through his crap. Through his ramblings he told us that he had never been married, had never fathered children. He told us that he once proposed to a woman, gave her a $5000 ring. She took the ring and he hasn’t seen her since.
I was hanging out with my friend Amanda (see my threads “Strippers and church ladies” and “Another day with strippers”) and her friend Julie and who should we see but Tom. I quickly told the girls about Tom, telling them that he was most likely an easy mark. The wheels began turning in Julie’s head and in a few minutes she had gotten him to buy drinks for the three of us. Soon Julie was telling Amanda and me that she was going with Tom to a restaurant, to get something to eat.
The next day Julie was telling us that once she got into his car that he drove to his house, telling her that he was a good cook, that he could cook for her a better meal than she could get at a restaurant. She told us she was a bit apprehensive but that in the end the meal turned out to be really good, that she got more than her fill. After eating he insisted that she lay down on his bed and take a nap while he cleaned the kitchen. It got a little too weird for her so she left.
A couple of days later Amanda and I were at a social gathering and again we see Tom. Before long I saw Tom and Amanda talking. I figured she was just messing with him.
Latter on she told me what had transpired. Tom got another man to approach her, to ask her to speak with him. She went to hear him out of curiosity.
He told her that he wanted to sell his home and buy another, that he was looking for a roommate, a woman who he could “help”. She told him that she could afford only $300 a month. He said that it would cost her nothing, that he would pay for everything including utilities and food, whatever was needed.
“What’s the catch”, she asked.
“There is none”, he insisted. He just wanted to be nice, generous.
“No sex”, she pushed.
“That is not my intention”, he again insisted.
“I need my privacy”
“No problem, I’m usually gone half the day”
“And I have a boyfriend”
“If you have a boyfriend then the deal is off”
Later on Amanda and I were standing, talking to a group of friends when I noticed Tom once again approaching. When I pointed him out to Amanda, she pulled me close kissing me all over my head, squirming, pushing her body against mine.
As he approached our group he announced that he was about to depart. As he did he addressed each person in the group speaking to each looking into each person’s eyes, shaking their hand - everyone but me that is. He had to purposely go out of his way not to look at me let alone make eye contact. When he got to Amanda, he grasped her hand, held it lovingly, caressed it… He told her that if she needed any help, if she needed anything, all she had to do was ask. As he pulled away he rolled a twenty dollar bill into her hand.
Later that night as I snuggled with Amanda, she joked about how I had better appreciate her - especially considering that she had passed up Tom’s offer just to be with me.
He told us that he had let her stay at his house when she needed a place to stay and that he had fed her, bought her clothing and accessories, paid for her medication, regularly gave her spending money, and let her use his car. He was angry because after all he had done for her, one day he went home to find that she had moved out, without notice, without a thank you, or even a goodbye.
One of the first questions he was asked, in light of his financial outlay, was “Was she good in bed?” He had no idea as he claimed he had no sexual intent, he was only helping her out of the goodness of his heart. Besides, he told us, she had hepatitis and would never have sex with her because of it.
Turns out that I know Francis - have for quite some time. We often flirt and hug when we see each other but it never goes beyond that – I know what kind of woman she is.
She told me that he has only one bedroom and that he insisted that she sleep in his bed while repeatedly insisting that he had no sexual intent. However she claimed that he continually tried to touch her. She says that she stayed with him only because he kept buying her things, giving her money. She says she finally left because, in spite of his proclamations, he was expecting, and getting more forcefully so, that she would have sex with him. Ewww yuck!
Another time and I was hanging out with the same guys as before and again Tom came along. All he could talk about was how horrible women were, how they used him, took advantage of him when all he was trying to do was to be nice to them. As he told his tale, some of the other guys were acting sympathetic towards him. Not me. I could see through his crap. Through his ramblings he told us that he had never been married, had never fathered children. He told us that he once proposed to a woman, gave her a $5000 ring. She took the ring and he hasn’t seen her since.
I was hanging out with my friend Amanda (see my threads “Strippers and church ladies” and “Another day with strippers”) and her friend Julie and who should we see but Tom. I quickly told the girls about Tom, telling them that he was most likely an easy mark. The wheels began turning in Julie’s head and in a few minutes she had gotten him to buy drinks for the three of us. Soon Julie was telling Amanda and me that she was going with Tom to a restaurant, to get something to eat.
The next day Julie was telling us that once she got into his car that he drove to his house, telling her that he was a good cook, that he could cook for her a better meal than she could get at a restaurant. She told us she was a bit apprehensive but that in the end the meal turned out to be really good, that she got more than her fill. After eating he insisted that she lay down on his bed and take a nap while he cleaned the kitchen. It got a little too weird for her so she left.
A couple of days later Amanda and I were at a social gathering and again we see Tom. Before long I saw Tom and Amanda talking. I figured she was just messing with him.
Latter on she told me what had transpired. Tom got another man to approach her, to ask her to speak with him. She went to hear him out of curiosity.
He told her that he wanted to sell his home and buy another, that he was looking for a roommate, a woman who he could “help”. She told him that she could afford only $300 a month. He said that it would cost her nothing, that he would pay for everything including utilities and food, whatever was needed.
“What’s the catch”, she asked.
“There is none”, he insisted. He just wanted to be nice, generous.
“No sex”, she pushed.
“That is not my intention”, he again insisted.
“I need my privacy”
“No problem, I’m usually gone half the day”
“And I have a boyfriend”
“If you have a boyfriend then the deal is off”
Later on Amanda and I were standing, talking to a group of friends when I noticed Tom once again approaching. When I pointed him out to Amanda, she pulled me close kissing me all over my head, squirming, pushing her body against mine.
As he approached our group he announced that he was about to depart. As he did he addressed each person in the group speaking to each looking into each person’s eyes, shaking their hand - everyone but me that is. He had to purposely go out of his way not to look at me let alone make eye contact. When he got to Amanda, he grasped her hand, held it lovingly, caressed it… He told her that if she needed any help, if she needed anything, all she had to do was ask. As he pulled away he rolled a twenty dollar bill into her hand.
Later that night as I snuggled with Amanda, she joked about how I had better appreciate her - especially considering that she had passed up Tom’s offer just to be with me.
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