Mail-Order Bride
Copyright© 2009 by BoonDock
Chapter 6: On the brink
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 6: On the brink - Being lonely is a bitch. Rupert has been divorced for over a year and can't seem to manage the dating scene. His daughter pushes him into investigating a Russian Mail-Order Bride site and to his surprise, he is soon busy arranging for the visit of one of the woman he meets online. The story soon descends into a violent confrontation with the Russian Mafia.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow Violence Prostitution Military
As it approached the time that I was expecting Daise to contact me, I sat down at my computer and opened up my email program. There I found an email from the Dating Site administrators. They had done the scam-check and there was a photo included of Daise standing at the door of a dingy looking apartment signing for the delivery of the red rose. I was happy to know that the basic checks were all good: that she lived where she said she did; she was using her real name and I could see from the photo that she was using her real photos on the website. That went a long way towards reassuring me that I was doing the right thing. Ten minutes later a chat-request popped up.
"Hi Daise," I typed.
"Hi Rupert. I cannot believe you sent me a cell phone all the way from South Africa."
"So you got it then?"
"Yes. It is right here with me. Thank you so much."
"Ok ... Hold on."
I picked up my cell and pressed the speed-dial that I had programmed with her number in the shop where I had bought the phone and a few seconds later Daise answered.
"Hello. Rupert?"
"Yes. Hi Daise. How are you."
"I am so excited. Thank you for sending the rose. It is so beautiful, and also for the phone. I have never owned my own phone before," Daise gushed.
"It's a pleasure ... you can stop thanking me, it was nothing really," I laughed.
"It's not nothing," she answered, "this is the nicest present I have got in almost as long as I can remember."
"Well, then I am glad. I'm sorry it has a South African SIM Card in it so you can't really use it there."
"That's not a problem. There is no one here that I would really want to call anyway. There is just my best friend Alina, and we see each other almost every day."
"What about your family?" I asked. This was something that had been bothering me.
"I have none. They are all dead." came after a slight pause.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences."
"It's alright. I am used to it now."
"Did they die recently?"
"My mother died when I was very young of pneumonia, my father died a few years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Did he also get sick?"
"No. He was killed in Chechnya. He was commanding a Tank Battalion during the recapturing of Groznyy in early February 2000."
"Ok. Sorry if I caused you pain. I didn't intend to do that."
"That's OK. I was only ten when he died. I have some very good memories of times with him when he was on leave from the Army."
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