He knows what he wants. None of the flakey indecisiveness you normally get with younger guys. He wants to get fucked, he likes the look of me, and wan...s me to fuck him. Something comes up that first time we were going to be meet. He can’t make it.When a guy seems a little out of your league, you’re always waiting for the hookup to go south. Maybe he’s drunk and talking big, then looses his courage the next day. Maybe he’s just using your pictures to jerk off fantasizing about a hookup he has no. Even if they didn't they can take all my money anddestroy everything in my life. Who'd believe this story anyway? Best toacquiesce, and go along until a real chance presented itself, or theytired of me. Then I might return to normal. So I walked up to the door onhigh heel stilettos, opened the door, and went into the darkness.A bouncer I didn't recognize did a double take at me, but let me passsaying only, "Nice ass baby." Hunter appeared from nowhere and taking myrope, pulled me to the right,. She was a pretty blond woman who tried to look younger by sporting a pony tail, although it was obvious to me that she was in her late twenties. She was tastefully attired in a skirt and jacket."Good morning, Mr. Berghoff," she said cheerfully with a large smile. "Isn't it a splendid Spring day?" Yes, indeed, Miss Farnsworth. It promises to be warm this afternoon. Please come in."The woman entered my living room and looked about slowly, as if she were cataloguing my possessions. I was wary of. She dressed herself and washed her face and freshened up. I knew that she would come into my control very shortly. The workers had come home by then. I sent one of the workers to get some grocery items from the shop. I then asked the workers what they had done that day. They told me and I told them the next day’s work. By that time the other worker had come and gave me the items. I told them to leave. They left for their respective houses. I told him to give the items to Kavitha. I asked her to.