A guy that I conversed with quite often mentioned in conversation that a straight guy couldn't have a female friend. All they would want to do was to eventually fuck them. He went on to say that all guys are the same. That we're all wired that way.
As I contemplated his remarks, I thought back over the years of my own life to determine if there was any truth to his convictions.
Had I only been nice to women that I wanted to bed? Had I ever had a relationship with a girl or woman that was platonic? This bothered me for some unknown reason, and I wanted an answer.
Of course, there were people that I was not attracted to both men and women alike. If a person was unkempt or in some way foul, that was a turnoff to me, I was not inclined to be on a friendly term with them. But isn't everybody like that?
Upon thinking it over, I thought that my colleague was wrong. Most of the women that I ever met came and went from my life without being fucked by me. That indicated that I had a pissed poor scoring rate and pissed off most of the women that I met or I have made quite a number of friends that are female?
I even thought of the women that came on to me and blatantly offered up a pleasure ride. How many of them did I decline? Most of them. Were they all dogs? No, but some of them I considered to be my friends.
That brings me to Louise and Natalie. I've known them for years, and yes, they were truly my friends. Yesterday morning, Natalie came to me before work started with tears in her eyes. She looked like she had cried all night. She was totally distraught with her face a crimson blush. She started babbling trying to tell me of her distress, but I couldn't understand her. I got her to slow down and start over, telling me what the problem was.
"It's Jason," she began. "He was playing poker at a crooked table and lost heavily. The gang gave him time to repay his losses, but not much, and after the second week they came over to his house to collect their debt. My husband Jeffery and I were there too as we live in the flat above and often are invited over for dinner. When Jason didn't have the money, he probably should have got the clue when one of the guys with the collector grabbed Louise and gave her a kiss as he groped her tit. She struggled like a rag doll as he held her long enough to show everyone his mastery of my sister."
I expressed my sympathy to Natalie as I put my hand on her thigh. She seemed to welcome the intimate touch and did not push me away. I encouraged her to continue her story.
"They left," Natalie went on, "telling him that he had better pay up next week or they would get into their 'collection mode'. Jason didn't seem to know what was meant by that statement, but I don't think he wanted to find out either. Another week went buy and the gang showed up again while the four of us were having dinner. This time they walked right into Jason's house. Turning to Jason, the leader commented about Jason's toys, that were spread around the room, he was referring to the big screen TV and all of the electronics, and then asked for his money. Jason still didn't have it and without another word, one of the guys with the leader snatched Louise without warning and taped her mouth as she struggled and started to scream. The thug lifted her without any effort and carried her out of the house to the limo waiting outside for them. Louise was carried across the grass with her arms flailing and her legs kicking like an ornery school girl. Natalie said that she made quite a fuss about being loaded into the car until three loud slaps on bare skin resulted in silence."
I tried my best to comfort poor Natalie at this point. I put my arm around her shoulders and said 'that must have been a very hard thing for you to see!"
"About the hardest thing I ever had to witness. I heard the boss tell Jason that they would take care of Louise until either one of them came up with the money plus interest before he left for the limo. Then the other two guys joined them and the car sped away. Jason, my husband and I all stood there stunned as we looked at each other. After some pointed questioning, Jason finally admitted to us that he had a gambling debt that he owed to the gang. It was substantial, and he didn't know how he could repay it."
It was at this point that Natalie broke down, sobbing at the abduction of her sister. It was clear to me that Jason was the odd man out in the house as, under more normal circumstances, Natalie and her husband, Jeffery nearly ignored him.
Natalie went on to relate how two days later, Jason received a DVD in the mail, and how reluctantly, he put the DVD into the player and watched the images unfold on their big screen TV. She continued, telling me how she had cried silently as she watched what she knew was coming shortly.
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