I made an appointment yesterday for my regular, weekly visit to my ATF SP. She was running errands and the earliest she could see me was noon. I like morning visits, but noon is fine, so I used the morning to run some errands of my own. One of these was a visit to No Frills to pick up a few groceries. I had to put a looney in the cart to release it and, when I was done I dropped the looney back into my pocket. The same pocket that had the envelope containing five twenty dollar bills for my SP.
Later, at my appointment I dropped the envelope on her night table before the fun began. The envelope made an unusual clinky sound as I dropped it. Hmm, that was different, I thought. I picked up the envelope and looked inside, but I just saw the folding money, so I dropped it again. Same clink. Stupid plastic money, I thought, then paid no more attention to it and continued with the session.
It was wonderful, fantastic, incredible, insert any positive word you want here. Yesterday marked my twentieth visit with her since I first met this incredible woman, not coincidentally, twenty weeks ago. When we were done I kissed her goodbye (multiple times) and went on with my day. I won't mention her name here, as this is not really a review. Let's just say that she's a very well regarded lady (for good reason) here in Durham.
On my way home I passed by a Burger King, who are still offering their new 25 cent coffee, and I pulled into the drive-thru lane. I ordered my coffee and reached into my pocket to get the looney. Which, as you've guessed, was no longer there. It took me a little longer than it took you to put two and two together. I realized, of course, that the looney must have found its way into my SP's envelope. Dang.
Not that I mind giving her an extra dollar. She's certainly worth it, and then some. I just hoped that she didn't think it was some kind of insult. You know, like leaving a penny to a waitress who gave you bad service?
I'm not really a tipper for sexual services. I mean, I've brought her the odd cup of coffee, I picked up a box of condoms one time when she had just run out. No problem, I'm glad to do it. But giving her an extra twenty every week would be a bit of a stretch for me. Her price is her price, and I'm happy to pay it. I mean, if she put her price up to $120 I would still manage to find it, I'm sure. It's not that I can't afford this hobby, it's more an issue of how much cash can I get away with before my wife notices that something is up. All our accounts are joint, and she hasn't noticed anything yet, but I don't want to risk it.
Okay, I couldn't stand it, and I texted the SP in the evening with the story. She LOL'd, and said she wondered what she did to deserve the extra dollar. I told her (jokingly of course) that next week she only gets $99. So, all's well that ends well.
I just gotta wonder what she was thinking when she first found the extra dollar though...
Later, at my appointment I dropped the envelope on her night table before the fun began. The envelope made an unusual clinky sound as I dropped it. Hmm, that was different, I thought. I picked up the envelope and looked inside, but I just saw the folding money, so I dropped it again. Same clink. Stupid plastic money, I thought, then paid no more attention to it and continued with the session.
It was wonderful, fantastic, incredible, insert any positive word you want here. Yesterday marked my twentieth visit with her since I first met this incredible woman, not coincidentally, twenty weeks ago. When we were done I kissed her goodbye (multiple times) and went on with my day. I won't mention her name here, as this is not really a review. Let's just say that she's a very well regarded lady (for good reason) here in Durham.
On my way home I passed by a Burger King, who are still offering their new 25 cent coffee, and I pulled into the drive-thru lane. I ordered my coffee and reached into my pocket to get the looney. Which, as you've guessed, was no longer there. It took me a little longer than it took you to put two and two together. I realized, of course, that the looney must have found its way into my SP's envelope. Dang.
Not that I mind giving her an extra dollar. She's certainly worth it, and then some. I just hoped that she didn't think it was some kind of insult. You know, like leaving a penny to a waitress who gave you bad service?
I'm not really a tipper for sexual services. I mean, I've brought her the odd cup of coffee, I picked up a box of condoms one time when she had just run out. No problem, I'm glad to do it. But giving her an extra twenty every week would be a bit of a stretch for me. Her price is her price, and I'm happy to pay it. I mean, if she put her price up to $120 I would still manage to find it, I'm sure. It's not that I can't afford this hobby, it's more an issue of how much cash can I get away with before my wife notices that something is up. All our accounts are joint, and she hasn't noticed anything yet, but I don't want to risk it.
Okay, I couldn't stand it, and I texted the SP in the evening with the story. She LOL'd, and said she wondered what she did to deserve the extra dollar. I told her (jokingly of course) that next week she only gets $99. So, all's well that ends well.
I just gotta wonder what she was thinking when she first found the extra dollar though...
