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Just about then, my phone beeped and I picked it up, wondering if I should call in to ask them to change my options. There was a new message from an unknown source. Upon opening it, I scanned the short message.

“Welcome to Enchanting Escorts Inc. Follow this link to download our secure chat app. There are several options to choose from: (1) Complete discreet, where no photos are exchanged and you will not be able to chat via live video. This is a text messages only option. (2) Semi discreet, where you exchange photo only, but will not have access to video chat. This is a text messages only option. (3) Open connect, where you can exchange photos and chat openly via video.”

Reading through the options, I began to relax. Not that I had anything to hide. I felt that seeing my date would be too intimate and I did not want to create such kind of connection with someone I would meet only once. What I really wanted was to get this over with.

After downloading the app. I decided to choose the ‘Complete Discreet’ because it offered me an option to avoid any kind of live connection. We could exchange niceties before we met in order to avoid awkwardness. That was about all I was willing to do.

“Thank you. Your chosen partner will connect with you as soon as we have made the selection based on your preferences.”

With a sigh, I closed the app and as well as my eyes. Today was nerve racking for me. Three weeks from today, I would face yet another death anniversary. The only difference was this year, I was angry instead of grieved. I was miserable instead of sad, and three years without sex was making a girl very irritable.

The small iota of uncertainty about what I was doing quickly flew the window as soon as I started thinking about Kevin and his mistress. I stood from the living room sofa and stomped to the kitchen where I poured myself a third cup of coffee.

It wasn’t yet ten o’clock and the day was already starting to wear me thin. As it was Sunday, it would be another day spent alone as I was avoiding my neighbor Barbara. She’d been trying to set me up for the longest while, so I couldn’t tell her what I was planning. She’d be all up in my business and I just needed to get this over with.

Two days passed, I started to wonder if they found me a match as no messages came through the app. It didn’t really bother me as it would give me a way out of this decision I made because I was having second thoughts

December 3 … sometime in the early night.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

With my eyes closed, I felt around the night stand until my hand grabbed the phone, bringing it to my ear.

“Hello?” I said, my voice croaky.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shit,” I muttered, forcing my eyes opened.

The face of the phone blurred for a second or two. I widened my eyes to force them to focus. The first thing my eyes caught was the time. 9:03 PM. I’d been tired after a day putting the finishing touches to landscaping project in the suburbs.

The phone beeped again, insisting that I check my messages. I was beginning to regret setting it this way to remind me that I may have missed some important message. I tapped the message icon, but my inbox came up empty. When the phone beeped a fourth time, I notice a small flashing object in the top right hand corner. I clicked it and watched the escort chap app open.

“Hi, I’m your escort.” The message read. “I’m six feet one, with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes. I will be happy to please you any way you like.”

“Hi.”

“Tell me what you need and I’ll be happy to pleasure you.”

My eyes scanned the message as it came through. This guy wasn’t wasting time. He was ready and willing to pleasure me any way I liked. I was almost disappointed that I didn’t choose the open connect option so I could see what he looked like. Changing the setting was a temptation, but I decided against it. It didn’t matter anyway. From some of the profiles I read on the website, the men were fine.

I read the message again. Tell me what you need...

“I need…,” I started to type then deleted it and paused.

What did I need? How could I tell a complete stranger what I needed when I didn’t know what that was? I missed my husband as much as I was angry with him. I closed my eyes, envisioning strong arms embracing me, hot lips exploring every inch of my skin. I pictured him caressing every inch of my body until I trembled with need. Then he would take me nice and slow.

Then the answer came to me.

Opening my eyes, feeling my body slowly heating up, I typed. “I want to feel desired.”

“Allow me to take you there,” he replied. “Let’s do one thing to get you relaxed.”

“What’s that?”

“Tell me, do you like a man to have long strong fingers?”

“Yes, why?”

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