(It has been a while since we have heard from Angel. To be honest, it was a bit of a time between the last chapter and when I finally was able to see the woman this series was based on. To answer the question, "Angel" is a different woman than "Marcie". It was when I was having a wonderful conversation with her last night that the thought of writing the next chapter fell into place. I respectfully dedicate this chapter as I have this whole series to my special "Angel" as well as all the other angels out there.)
It started as a fool's errand to be honest.
A year ago, I took advantage of a bonus I received from my employer, and I was able to enjoy Angel's attention for a special "birthday present" to myself. It was one reason why Angel and I had that wonderful conversation around that time. It was a very special conversation, one which had to stay within the boundaries of the strip club because that's where we met for that one. Still, it made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet being the center of attention for a young woman such as her. It was in my heart that I wanted to repeat the performance the next year, being that it would be my fiftieth birthday.
During the rest of that year, I had the opportunity a few times to spend time with Angel whether at the coffee shop she would be working at or helping her out at various times during the year. The last time I saw her was after the infamous football bet. It was soon after that I found out she left the coffee place she was working at. Without my favorite barista, the place wasn't the same. So, I never went back.
During those five months, I worked on my goal. I would squirrel away whatever I could to prepare for my birthday. Even though the ideas would run rampant, it would become apparent as I edged near the day what my budget would allow. There was the thought of trying to use the fact it was my "birthday present" to con my way into more. My personal sense of honor wouldn't allow it though.
So, it was the first of the month that my savings showed the amount that it did. Under normal circumstances, it would net me a half hour with my Angel. Thinking ahead of what the weekend would entail, I texted her. I started by asking if she would be at the local club that weekend.
She responded that she would make an appearance for me. I was excited. I texted back if I could reserve her for a certain time which she confirmed. My coworkers were surprised at my sunnier disposition the rest of the day. That night, I had a difficult time sleeping. It felt like Christmas as a kid when I waited for Santa to make his visit.
The next morning, I ran errands for the wife. For the trolls who are reading this, I understand that seeking the companionship of another woman makes me look like a piece of rubbish. I submit to them that I am not the only one for starters. That's one reason most gentleman's clubs and whatnot exist. At the same time, I currently live in a marriage where there is no intimacy. It's a fact of life at times. I do not shove this in her face, nor do I have desires of leaving her because we have things going well where we are taking care of our family and each other, albeit not sexually. Now that the morality tale is over, I will continue.
