When Jen ran into a money problem, I wished she had called me, but she didn't. Instead, she listened to Curtis' wild idea. He knew ten guys, he told her, who always rented what they called, their "hospitality" suite, whenever they had a company convention. All they needed was a woman to provide the hospitality! Curtis told her, "For a few hours work, Jen, you can earn yourself..."
This is the raunchy story of me playing at interviewer with her... after the fact!
For fans of my first wife's adventures, I've been searching through thousands of holiday pictures hoping to find something; well at last I have. The picture itself is nothing, just J on a small motorbike, but look at what she's wearing. A pair of white shorts and a low cut top without a bra, not your perfect riding outfit but perfect for her.
This is a true account. I share it with you now as a way of explaining my, ahem... interest, in non-consent. It is more a 'You show me yours, I'll show you mine', a sort of 'coming-of-age' narrative than a story.
How I shared my wife with my neighbour after finding him watching her undress through our bedroom window. This is a true story. I haven't even changed the names. If you are wondering why I have set out the details so clearly it is because the events are so burned into my mind that I think of them often. I am not a writer as you will be able to tell quite quickly.