To the readers, as you read the story, you'll notice that I've never finished high school, so if my writing is not up to par, bear with me...
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Hello, my name is Al. I am 33 years old, 6' tall and 178lbs. I was born in the USA to parents who emigrated from Scotland. I am not married and as far as I know, no children yet.
My life story was normal until the age of 17.
Then an unfortunate accident at work turned out to be fatal for my father, who was the bread winner for our family.
After his death the compensation from his work was very low (The company claimed that his injuries happened as a direct result of his negligence...) and his life insurance turned up to be inadequate.
Mom was an excellent mother and a cook, but she never worked outside the house.
In fact, she didn't even drive or knew how to use a computer.
My older sister was in her 1st year in college and the younger one just started high school.
As a result of losing our only source of revenue, I had to quit high school and look for a job.
It wasn't easy to find good jobs, especially for somebody who was a minor and didn't finish high school.
After several weeks of search, a guy who owned a small construction company accepted me on one condition. I wasn't supposed to say that I was a minor. I worked my ass off and earned OK money, but it was much less than what our family was used to have when dad was alive.
Until my 18th birthday most of my time was dedicated to hard physical work. Subsequently my muscles developed nicely.
Since I spent my days with other construction workers who were all men, I wasn't concerned or aware of my looks.
On my birthday my older sister came from college after several months that she hasn't seen me.
"Al, you are so tall and handsome! I bet girls are all over you all the time..."
I blushed and remained silent.
"What is going on? Are you too shy to tell us about your free time adventures?..."
"Sheila, stop bothering Al! Isn't it enough that his salary supports your college tuition? Be nice to him, please," mom was annoyed.
"Mom, Al is a young attractive man. Are you telling me that he never get's to go out with girls?!..."
Mom stayed mum.
"Al, on Saturday you are going with me and my friend Barbara to a club. I want you to see that there is life beyond work!..."
All my life Sheila was my idol. She was older, smarter and... very pretty.
At home, before she went to college, many friends both girls and boys visited her frequently. I adored her.
Sheila was always nice to me and earlier in life she helped me in school homework too.
I interpreted her current inquiry about my personal relationships as pure curiosity and trying to help. But I didn't answer, because I had none...
I wasn't sure about going to a club, but I didn't wish to argue, so I agreed to go.
Saturday night Sheila drove us to pick up Barbara, who I have never met before.
"Hey Sheila, who's the stud? I thought that you and I go together... You know that I hate to be a third wheel!..."
"Oh shut up Barb, this is my younger brother Al. It's time for him to learn that there is more to life than work!"
"Sheila, if he is not engaged yet, can I have him? Please..."
My face was crimson red.
"Sheila, he is blushing! He is so cute... I love him from first sight! Al dear, if you are interested, remember me, I am and always be available for you."
Sheila had a big laugh. Was Barbara really interested or she was picking on me?...
We arrived and saw many people, mostly young ones near the door.
Sheila approached one of the guards and talked to him. After a short discussion he let us in.
Being first time in a club was overwhelming. The noise, the colored lights, the deafening music, such a loud crowd...
Sheila tried to talk to me, "Al, I'll be here. Why don't you walk around and watch the people. You may find somebody interesting to talk to. You look especially nice this evening, so you might encounter an attractive girl. Is it OK? If you are bored, you can come here and stay with Barb and me."
I hesitated. Everything was very new and mind-boggling. I was confused.
But then I decided that I had nothing to lose, so I agreed to walk around.
I started moving among the crowd, simply watching the large number of guests.
Some girls stared at me and smiled. Was it a sign of 'hello'? were they interested?
I didn't feel confident enough to approach them.
I needed to pee. On my way there a lady touched my shoulder.
She was about 5'8" tall, fairly pretty and looked to be around 35 to 40 years old.
"Can I talk to you? I have a proposition for you. If you are interested, let me know." And then she gave me a card that said 'Holly Jeffries productions'. Her phone number and e-mail were attached.
I smiled at her, put the card in my pocket and went to the bathroom, forgetting all about it.
The rest of the evening I met 2 girls that were my age or slightly younger. I chatted with both, but I wasn't educated or sophisticated enough to find common subjects to talk about.
Another girl, around 25 years old was more direct. "Hi big guy. I haven't seen you here before. I like you. Would you like to get some fresh air? Or better still... have a night cap at your home?..."
She was attractive , but too aggressive. I smiled and didn't bother answering.
After about an hour I joined Sheila, "Where is Barbara?"
"She is dancing with an older guy. She signaled to me that she'd be with him, so I could leave her here. Do you want to go back home?"
"Sheila, I hate to ruin your plans. I could sit here and wait for you until YOU wish to go back..."
"Oh nonsense, I am tired too. I danced with few guys and even kissed one of them, but neither clicked with me. If you are ready, we can leave."
Less than an hour later I was brushing my teeth and getting ready to go to sleep.
I removed the stuff from my pockets and found Holly's card. I left it on my dresser.
After a dreamless night I woke up at 9 am, happy that I didn't have to go to work.
I noticed the card again and decided to call and find out what was the lady's offer.
She answered by the 4th ring, "Hello, who is it?"
