PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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She was on again. She was the only reason I even watched the news. There was never any good news just trouble, disaster and tragedy, but our local weather girl, Sharon Jones, made up for all of that as far as I was concerned.
My name is Willis Thruston. Yes, those Thrustons. The ones that own half of the town it seems and a lot of land out of it too. Grandfather and Dad did very well before they passed away. Now a law firm and management company handle the business end and I get to do the public relations and glad handing representing the "family".
That's how I first met Sharon, at a charity function. It was an celeb auction for charity and she was one of those who allowed herself to be auctioned off. If I hadn't been one of those "up for grabs" I'd have bid on her myself.
I have no idea what the attraction was, other than the fact that she was witty, beautiful, had a body to kill for, had eyes you could dive into, hair like spun gold... does it sound as if I'm obsessed? Well I am, I know it and I don't care.
I could have just about any woman in town, but Sharon Jones. I'd asked her out to dinner twice and twice she'd turned me down, the bitch.
Now don't get me wrong. I wanted her more than any woman I'd met, but I wouldn't give her a third chance to say "No thank you." to me. My shrink says that rejection has to be learned to be handled. Well screw him. I'll manage to make sure she says, "Yes thanks." next time.
I'd been sending her flowers, candy, perfume, I'd even sent a thong bikini since I have one of her old bra and panty sets and know she's a 36D, even a bit of jewelry now and then I've seen her wear on the weather show, like the pearl choker and the gold necklace, all anonymously of course. I wonder if she liked the bracelet I'd sent today engraved on the back, "From your secret admirer". Wonder if she'll wear it tonight and understand the significance of the gold ring linked to the bracelet by the chain.
Soon it will be time for Miss Sharon fucking Jones to meet her secret admirer.
My name is Willis Thruston. Yes, those Thrustons. The ones that own half of the town it seems and a lot of land out of it too. Grandfather and Dad did very well before they passed away. Now a law firm and management company handle the business end and I get to do the public relations and glad handing representing the "family".
That's how I first met Sharon, at a charity function. It was an celeb auction for charity and she was one of those who allowed herself to be auctioned off. If I hadn't been one of those "up for grabs" I'd have bid on her myself.
I have no idea what the attraction was, other than the fact that she was witty, beautiful, had a body to kill for, had eyes you could dive into, hair like spun gold... does it sound as if I'm obsessed? Well I am, I know it and I don't care.
I could have just about any woman in town, but Sharon Jones. I'd asked her out to dinner twice and twice she'd turned me down, the bitch.
Now don't get me wrong. I wanted her more than any woman I'd met, but I wouldn't give her a third chance to say "No thank you." to me. My shrink says that rejection has to be learned to be handled. Well screw him. I'll manage to make sure she says, "Yes thanks." next time.
I'd been sending her flowers, candy, perfume, I'd even sent a thong bikini since I have one of her old bra and panty sets and know she's a 36D, even a bit of jewelry now and then I've seen her wear on the weather show, like the pearl choker and the gold necklace, all anonymously of course. I wonder if she liked the bracelet I'd sent today engraved on the back, "From your secret admirer". Wonder if she'll wear it tonight and understand the significance of the gold ring linked to the bracelet by the chain.
Soon it will be time for Miss Sharon fucking Jones to meet her secret admirer.
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