Invision

Well the second class was part of the deal, but I actually had never really imagined this type of scenario, as a call-guy gigolo of sorts. The daughter of my English tutor in the town where I grew up, who was maybe three years older was interested in me - so the tutor-mother told me. She had left home and moved to Chicago. When I thought of her, I thought of myself as a kept man. But I never acted on it. I wouldn't know how. However I did play out the scene in a way, not consciously but in retrospect.

Met a woman in Italy who was from Chicago, the circumstances of which I don't recall, who had me accompany her while she bought knee-high boots, which I kind of enjoyed, but was not keen on her. She was tall and had a body to subserve my submissive inclinations. I loved her body. She came to my campsite that same night, though how she got there I don't remember, said she was locked out of her hotel and wanted to sleep with me, which could only be - in my sleeping bag. I turned her down. What am I - an idiot ?

When I got back to Illinois I had her address, although how or why again, I have no idea. I went to visit her in Chicago, at an absent friend's place, which turned out to be an implicit: because she had room-mates and wanted the privacy. She was going to be Anka or nothing, and I never made a move. She could have had me if she had been Anka, but she was not and didn't budge either, so we talked a couple of hours until a certain disappointment seemed to exude her demeanor.

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