The following story is for entertainment purposes only and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
Discovering Online Dating
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That was an amazing night, young men have such stamina! It was getting on for 6am the next day before Liam finally left. Even my late husband never had that much stamina, not even on our honeymoon but I didn't feel 'loved'. Not that I suppose I expected to. I was about to say I felt used but that would be wrong, I used him as much as he used me. I'm not sure how I could express how I felt, possibly slightly guilty but that's probably due to what is considered normal in polite circles. Hell, I had just spent the night fucking an 18 year old hunk, not the 'done thing' for a woman in her forties but damn it felt good! I still had it!!
I slid out of bed at about 7. I ached in places I'd forgotten I had. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom. No shower for me today, what I needed was a good long soak in a hot 'radox' bath. I ran the bath, added the radox and some bubble bath then I just laid there and soaked, occasionally topping up with more hot water. As I lay there just relaxing in the hot, steamy water, I heard my phone ringing, I ignored it. 'Leave me a message' I thought at it (do you do that? Think instructions at inanimate objects, or is it just me?)
Eventually I ran out of hot water and the bath started to get cool, but at least I felt more human, not so many aches and pains and so I got out of the bath, dried and powdered myself, sorted out a nice snug tracksuit that I didn't mind being seen in and left the house heading for town. First stop was a chemist, I chose one some distance from home so there was less chance of being recognised. I asked to speak with the dispensing chemist in private and I was provided with some 'morning after' pills. As much as I love children I didn't want any of my own.
Next stop - coffee shop. Once sitting with a nice steaming latte I fished out my phone, no messages so I checked call history and was surprised to see Paul had tried to ring me, five times! Oooops.
I dialled Paul's number. It only rang once before it was answered, "Elaine! Where have you been? I've been phoning and emailing since last night and couldn't get hold of you. Are you OK? Is everything alright?"
"Slow down. Yes, everything's fine. Sorry I didn't hear the phone. I've been busy and I've not checked my emails yet. I had things to do in town today and last night I was far too busy for phones and email, and before you say anything, that would be your fault!"
"How could it be my fault? I'm back here in Cambridge."
"It's your fault Paul because you introduced Liam to me and he came around to my house last night and he spent the whole night playing 'hide the sausage'!"
I then had to listen to Paul laughing for a good minute or more before he could talk again. "Well, I never thought that would be the reason for you not answering your phone, but I suppose it's understandable you didn't hear it. I was just ringing to tell you I got the job at the university and I start next term. If you see or hear of any flats to rent could you let me know please? I need to start getting my stuff together ready to move. I simply can't wait to come see you again."
We chatted for about another half hour and then I went to my study and turned on my computer so I could check my emails, but first I had some shopping to do. I went onto Amazon and selected a tripod suitable for a camera and bought it but selected to have it delivered to Liam. Getting the address was easy, the house behind mine, a simple thing to check on google maps. I smiled to myself, he might be able to get some better pictures if he has a steady camera.
Next came the tedium of the emails. Delete all the obvious spam, no, I don't want bigger breasts, no I don't believe you're a prince and you need someone to look after your money, no, I don't believe I've won millions in a competition I've never entered. Ooooh here's an interesting one, log into your account you have won a prize on the National Lottery. Log in and find I have indeed won - Β£10 for matching 3 numbers.
Back to the emails, there's the one from Paul telling me about his job and search for digs. Here's one from Clive. He is suggesting I go with him to see a west-end show with him and what are my thoughts on bondage, have I ever? I laughed and replied with a little white lie 'No Clive I haven't, why?' I asked, do you want me to tie you up?
The next email I read was from Trev. This one contained links and attachments. I saved the attachments and followed the links. I now had open return tickets to York and a pre-paid booking for a two night stay in a four star hotel in the city, all I had to do was confirm my dates. The boy was eager, he must have spent a fortune hoping to get me to go up to York and see him. Should I go? It would be nice to get away for a few days and I'd never been to York.
I decided if Trev was prepared to spend so much just to meet me it would be churlish of me to refuse. But I also decided on taking a few precautions. I contacted my daughter and told he what I planned to do and gave her the details of the hotel plus a 'safe phrase', something that would sound innocent but would alert her if I was in trouble, I bought one of those high decibel personal alarms and a couple of cans o 'mace'. I was wanting to get a taser too but apparently they are illegal in the UK and classed as a 'firearm'. Still, what I had should be enough to fight off a randy university graduate if need be.
Before I could have second thoughts I let everyone who needed to know, know I was going away for a few days. I grabbed some clothes and put in an overnight bag, made sure I had my phone, charger and enough power on my phone. I grabbed a book to read on the journey and then made my way to the railway station.
The railways in the UK are nothing to be proud of, getting anywhere when you live in East Anglia region is such a rigmarole. In an efficient country you'd be able to hop onto a train in Ipswich and travel north to York, simple yes? No, to get anywhere from where I live you have to go through London, a journey south of about 90 miles arriving at Liverpool Street. Then to get to York you have to go to St Pancras station to catch the train north to York, the whole rigmarole taking around 6 hours.