Secret Valentine
Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: T.G.I.F.
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2: T.G.I.F. - Melanie, struggling single mother to Amy, 4, is lonely and financially desperate. Unexpectedly, a prosperous but secretive admirer makes contact, but only in ways that conceal his identity. Because, he says, he has crippling shyness. His missteps almost end the relationship before it can begin. Just when a breakthrough seems possible, he disappears! — Possibly my best story here on SOL. Romantic, not very explicit. Hope you like it! (Revised 2/17/23)
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Tear Jerker Slow
Friday, January 20, 2023, 8:30 a.m.
Melanie had just settled into her office chair. Fifty yards (46 meters) away from Melanie’s desk, a man in his late twenties was walking through the company parking lot near her Honda. There was nothing unusual about his appearance, his size, his dress, or his movements. Until he stopped abruptly, stared at the car for a moment, and then hurriedly wrote a note and left it tucked under her windshield wiper blade.
Much later, at the end of her workday, she put away her work, shut off the big mechanical calculator on her desk, and headed out to the parking lot. Melanie was surprised by the piece of notepaper on her windshield.
“Your tires are DANGEROUSLY bald. The cords are showing on your left front, which means the tread is entirely GONE. It could blow at any time! Unsafe for your child (I saw the car seat in the back). Sorry for the bad news.”
She was shocked! Numb, she put the note into her old shoulder bag.
I can’t deal with this now, I have to pick up Amy, then I will look into this fresh hell after we get home. At least it’s a very short distance from daycare to the complex.
I guess I’m getting tires tomorrow. Shit! Every time I pull that credit card out of my wallet, there’s more smoke coming off of it.
Her aged Honda wasn’t much to look at, but at least it always started right up for her. Ten minutes later, she pulled up at Amy’s daycare center and (since it was Friday) walked into the office with her checkbook.
“Hi, I’m Melanie Geary, I need to pay the fees for Amy.”
The manager paged through the computer until she found Amy’s record.
“No, Amy is paid up through the next four weeks. We’re good.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’ve got her fee payment recorded here on Wednesday, and, let me check.”
She opened another window on the screen.
“Yeah, we have the payment recorded in our journal. So it’s confirmed.”
“But, but, do you have a copy of the check?”
“No, it shows here as a money order. Like they sell at the Post Office. So, good news, you’re all set. Thanks for being all caught up.”
Melanie was truly stunned. Distractedly, she brought Amy out to the Honda and strapped her in to her car seat. Then she was back to sitting behind the wheel, unmoving, like she was back on Monday. But this time, instead of exhaustion, her mind was racing.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.