. don't you remember... I called yesterday. You said it would be okay to do the pool today." Oh shit!" exclaimed Sharon. Noticing the surprised look o... his face, Sharon realized what she had said. "I'm sorry, Rudy... I just forgot. Excuse my language... please, I'm a little upset. I didn't mean to bark at you." I could come..." No... No, go ahead and do it today. I'm not bothered by that... I just had something else on my mind." Thanks Mrs. Watson. I'm sorry I didn't get by yesterday, but I was. Being me though has its downfalls. I am in no way forward, or a take the bull by the horns kind of gal when it comes to men. After all I’m an innocent…. Luck though it seemed was on my side; even after hanging up on the call I made after hearing his voice (shameful I know), he returned my call and I quickly made up an excuse which he bought..or perhaps looking back on it, didn’t really care… Two months later I was in heaven! After a month of dating over the phone, and another month of spending. “Trying to find somewhere to stay?”Vicky shrugs.“So what’s the story?”“What makes you think there’s a story?”“Just wondering why you’re hitching a ride in the middle of nowhere in inappropriate footwear.”Vicky sucks in air. “I need a piss.”“Give it a couple of minutes. Main road’s coming up. There’s a filling station.”“Whatever.”Vicky gets back to her manic texting. I avoid looking at her, negotiating first a junction, then a couple of sharp bends leading into the service station. Vicky opens. “That’s all I ask,” she whispered. “I don’t expect any commitment; no expectations of romance or companionship. I don’t even expect you to be faithful to me. All I want is for you to fuck me very regularly.”“But one day you might meet someone that you want to settle down with and raise a family.”She nodded. “I probably will but that would never preclude you from fucking me whenever you wanted to.”I smiled. “Your future husband might have something to say about that.”She kissed me again. “Any.