Dear Diary (closed)

[Wynneboi]

Dear Diary:

Things have been nuts! The college swim team, gymnastics and then a full set classes running me ragged, not to mention Mrs. Taggart! Gawd she can be demanding.

But A girl’s got to maintain her grade average. Otherwise that atheletic scholarship gets flushed down the crapper! Can’t afford all this otherwise and then it’d be back home… hickville! Blegh!

Bitch Taggart’s been getting nasty but as my worst subject I have to put up with her games to keep my grades above the 4.0 requirement. She’s even nice enough to fudge a few other numbers for my other classes. Makes up for the photos… and the leather harness geesh! What a freak! Lesbians and their bondage. Wonder what she’d think if she knew I was just ‘going’ through the motions… ‘faking it‘.

Meltdown likely, and her being married to the Dean… ouch!

Well time to get back to it. Scald her scent off of me tonight and try to scrub that image of her in that latex get up out of my brain.

Signing off!
Simone Liston.

Shutting down my computer I noticed something funny. The screen was flickering?! I tapped a few keys and… nothing… tried to reboot… FUCK! I can’t believe this! I tug my hands through dirty blonde hair in frustration, clenched fists and a slew of curse words!

A few hours later and I knew that this wasn’t going to be a cheap fix… but I was more than a little screwed in that department. I’d have to call home get some cash sent up. NOPE no luck just got a name and a number. An ‘old’ friend… some nerd guy I can barely remember from way back when.

Guess I should give him a ring.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Name: Clark, Adrian Ade Clark
Age: 51
Height: 6 foot
Build: broad, stocky, a former rugby player he still exercised on his bike mostly but middle age spread was gaining momentum on him.
Hair: Dark, partially bald
Eyes: Sea blue
Profession: IT Manager for a small firm of solicitors

Tom received a text from Carl, his only remaining friend from his schooldays. He had known Carl since he was around ten so some 40 years. Susan, his wife, had been a former girlfriend - and he still got on with Sue. He and Meera, his own wife often went out with them at least once if nt twice a month.

So when he got a text from Carl, he was more than happy to assist.

"Hi Adrian Simone has PC issues. Can you help/advise?"

Adrian had not seen Simone since she left to go to university. She had always ben slightly weird, at times she forgave her feminine side, preferring to dress and often acted as a 'Tom-Boy'. Whilst she wasn't stunning, he had always found her attractive, alluring, a mixture of her boyish looks and her perceived confidence with her self.

"Sure, would love to help"

"Thanks, here is her number"

And so he entered her number into his Iphone, and checked on WhatsApp, to find her number was reggistered.

"Hi Simone, I'm Adrian if you remember me? Your father mentioned you have PC issues. If you remember, I am an IT manager so I may be able to help?"

 

[Wynneboi]

“Ummm yeah…” Well at least the man ‘sounded’ normal. It’d been a really long time so it was more than a little difficult to place a face with the name. But he was just a means to get what I needed… didn’t mean I wasn’t going to be grateful.

“Oh yeah… ummm hi Adrian, dad was saying you’re a bit of a whiz with this kinda shit…fu- sorry with this this stuff.” I rolled my eyes with a silent sight, it was such a drag trying to be ‘proper’ over the phone.

“My computer just fuc- it just died on me, Now it won’t even turn on.” I couldn’t really say what was wrong with it, but that’s what this guy was on the phone for wasn’t it “Ummm the screens dead but the power light’s on and ummm still connected to the net… did I get hacked or did something blow up?” I was just throwing possibilities his way. Not like I had any clue.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Moments later he got a series of replies from Simone.

“Ummm the screens dead but the power light’s on and ummm still connected to the net… did I get hacked or did something blow up?”

He read her replies and smiled as she tried to refrain her language.

"Simone, happy for you to swear if you prefer But it is often over used these days!! I am assuming it is a laptop, and so if the screen has died the laptop is probably beyond economical repair. I will need to have a look at it in my study ideally. are you intending to come home soon?"

He turned to his Ipad and Facebook, and moments later was looking her up from her father's page.

 

[Wynneboi]

“Just comes out,” I smirked to myself and listened; the question seemed odd. It’s not like I far away from home I hadn’t intended on going home… for months. Mom and dad were so invasive. I preferred my privacy, thinking about them stumbling in on me while paying off my ‘grade’ to Mrs. T with a little photoshoot would be a total nightmare.

“Well I could just take a cab or something it’s just a half hour down the way.” I tell him over the phone.

Truth was I kinda needed my computer and having it down was a risky proposition to say the least. What if Mrs.T took offense and decided to slash my grade! I needed this ASAP! “I could grab a ride and get it too you tonight, How fast could you get it fixed?”

 

[CFMB_fan]

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“I could grab a ride and get it too you tonight, How fast could you get it fixed?”

Adrian hesitated before he replied.

"Well if it is the screen, I know from experience that unless the laptop is 6 months old, it isn't economical to repair. The advances in disk sizes, processing etc is such that you might as well buy a new laptop. Is is a standard $350 style laptop or something more top of the range?"

He saw Simone's profile on Facebook, and her rather alternative looking persona. Cute he thought to himself as he started to read some of her wall posts before quickly looking at her profile photos.

 

[Wynneboi]

"So ummm does that mean I should come by or?" I asked wondering idly ready to get dressed and call a cab. I really did need this, but it felt like the man was stalling or something?

Weird, had to get dressed anyway. Slipping into my jeans and halter top, forgoing a bra... not like I needed them. A modest bust at best but the guys still like the rest of my curves. All that time in the pool had paid off... Even Mrs. Tagart couldn't resist them.

Not like I enjoyed 'all' the attention. Most of the times the leering ass holes made my skin crawl, the idea of being mentally undressed, even 'really' doing it for my 'tutor' was a nightmare but I could pretend not to care. Guess deep down I'm not really into showing off, not like some girls that acted like they were a pair of tits with legs.

I slipped on my jacket and shoes while waiting for an answer on the phone.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"So ummm does that mean I should come by or?"

"Sure Simone. I'd consider driving to you, but I am not sure what tools I would need, so it would be a lot easier if you could visit me."

He continued scrolling down her Facebook wall, aware of some slightly homophobic comments, most seemed to be liked by her friends. he had a look at her friends list, and didnt see her parents; her list of friends seemed quite small and 'tight'.

"Probably for the best" he thought to himself.

"So what time are you able to get here? Would you like us to cook you dinner as well?"

 

[Wynneboi]

“Dun worry bout dinner I’ll just grab something on the way home, I’ll be there in shortly.” I tell him grabbing up the broken laptop and hanging up the phone. The cab ride was uneventful the driver couldn’t help but make a few uninvited passes.

It was a nice day though it was starting into the night. The cab stopped and I paid him what was owed, the wad of bills in hand making me think about how I was going to pay Adrian for fixing my computer. That was going to be an interesting conversation.

Didn’t have much choice. I walked up to the door and wrapped my knuckles upon it and pressed the door bell. Not a bad looking house to be honest, reminded me of my parent’s house.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He was in the back study when the door bell extender chimed in the office. Dressed in his normal 'lazing around home' attire of a 1/2 zipped fleece sweater and a pair of shorts, he walked down to the front door, opening it to see Simone.

"Hi, and please come in!"

He stepped aside allowing her space to enter into the hallway; looking at her small breasts barely covered by the fabric of her halter top, but the top suited her.

"Can I offer you a drink of any kind? Tea? coffee? Water?"

He asked her to lead down the long hallway to the back kitchen, the stairs on the left hand side, the walls adjourned with photos he had taken, some of him and his wife, others of various landscapes. He saw her rather toned arse swing gracefully as she walked, a large shoulder bag hanging from her shoulder, her troubled laptop clearly in view.