Man, did it feel good to be home from work, showered and able to relax. It had been a week from hell, my boss had been under huge pressure and we all worked hard to get everything done so he could relax. He was so happy with our help he gave us all a day off with pay, and I planned to sit back and figure out when to take it.
I switched on the tube, put on the oldies movie channel and went online to check my emails. The usual assortment of forwards, one from the ex asking me some stupid question that could wait 'til Monday, and a few responses to my ad on a singles site. Hmmm, those I open first.
The first is from a woman who lives 200 kms away, so that's an exercise in futility. The next is from a woman that I already know, telling me it must be fate our both being on the same site. Fate, sure, that plus it's a free site. Delete.
I am just about to close my email account when I see a new message has hit my inbox. I can't help it, I'm a curious kind of fellow, so I have to open it and see what new hopeless case finds me totally attractive. I notice there is a pic attached, so I open it, and suddenly I am sitting upright in my chair, focused intently on the screen in an effort to will this girl to come to life right there and then.
She's tall, and since I am well over 6 feet that's always a great place to start. She's thin, the type of figure men have called willowy, as if thin was a bad thing to say to a woman. Red hair, green eyes, and a mischievous smile are having a competition to see which can keep my attention the longest. Then I see the garter belt peeking out under her mini skirt, and the race is won by a mile.
Her letter is attached, and after a few false starts, I manage to drag my eyes away from the pic and start to read. And I go back and read it over again, to make sure I didn't imagine it. Her name is Megan. She's 19, lives 20 minutes away from me and loves older men.Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but...