Chapter 1

I had met Loni about 3 months ago, on a long winter rainy night while walking home from work. She walked up to me and asked if I was coming to rescue her. Interesting come on, I thought, as it would seem that I have a sort of "Saviour Complex" and am always looking for women to befriend that are in trouble, hence my fascination with the street ladies out here. I'm sure it may turn out to be a long heart breaking series of relationships (for me, I mean, I have already fallen into that trap once)

So there I was getting soaked in the winter rain, and this rather buxom (and not afraid to show em off either I might add) lady is looking at me and wondering if I would take her with me. I let her tag along for a while, while we chatted. All the while debating in my mind if I wanted to "do a date" with this chick. It wasn't long in to the conversation that I discovered this woman has done some travelling in her days. Japan, France, Polynesia, Spain, England. And she spoke all the languages too!. I was impressed. I have some College under my belt and I speak fluent French, so we started yakking "en francais", to see if I could trip her up... Dang her grammar and diction was better than mine, It turned out, she went to a University in France, and since I was born in Quebec, born and raised in Montreal, my French is somewhat shall we say, anglicized.

In any event, I concluded that this was no ordinary street whore. This babe was brilliant. We talked for hours on literature, movies, food, on and on. Before I could say no we ended up at my place, yapping on and on about all manner of subjects. I told her about my major writing project, (sorry folks this is fun, and practice, not my main gig) She sheepishly told me about her ideas for a screenplay.

But her real excitement, her ultimate passion, was a special project she has conceived of where students unfamiliar with the North American Language and Culture could get an immersion course without dealing with the bad and unreadable textbooks. I won't get into it here, but it made total sense to me, and she made her concept come alive to me. It would be monstrously complicated, expensive and involve thousands of man hours to keep new and fresh, but I can see where it would be immensely popular and useful for the immigrant kids that are coming to Canada and the USA to study, or live. The other thing I noticed was that the sparkle in her eyes was vibrant. She was so completely excited over this idea that she was laterally bouncing on my couch. She had me all involved and It wasn't even my idea. She had confided that if she could find the right person to implement her conception, she wold be able to just drop the drugs in a shot and dive into her project full time. I believed it. She was totally passionate about this.

Once she settled down she wanted to get down to business. I had to admit that I may not be able to do much because I had a small problem. It would seem my last "relationship" with a working girl had left me with a case of genital herpes... truly a nagging problem. I couldn't think of letting her give me a BJ under those circumstances. But she had a solution.