My regular date had to change her plans and be away, and I had already made my airline reservations, so I decided just to show up at Sheri's Ranch and hang out at the bar and take my chances.
The hostess escorted me into the bar, invited me to sit at a table, and said the girls would come over and visit with me. I saw a beautiful blonde sitting at the bar. I couldn't remember having seen her picture on the website. But too bad -- she was with a guy. I had to turn my thoughts elsewhere.
A beautiful young woman sat down with me. "Yes," I thought, "I would enjoy having sex with her." We chatted for a few minutes, and then she had to leave.
Then the beautiful blonde from the bar came over and sat with me. "I spotted you the minute I walked in this place," I said, "But I thought you were with a guy."
"He's just one of the locals," she said, implying that he was not a potential client.
She was more than just a beautiful blonde. She had that erotic sensitivity that I remembered from only a couple of other women in my life. I knew that she loved sex, was aroused very easily, and was super-sensitive to any kind of erotic pleasure.
She held my hand in hers and gently rubbed her thumb against mine. I could feel my penis start to rise. I didn't know anything about this woman as a person. Maybe she was really dumb. Maybe we two were totally incompatible. I didn't care. "I want YOU, " I said.
As it turns out, she is very intelligent. She graduated from high school at 15, and from college at 18, with a degree in Business. She owns three companies.
She is also compatible with me in many ways. She is dedicated to the truth. She believes in the spiritual, but not in religion. (See her story of the minister's son.) She is highly developed psychologically. She oozes with love, along with sexuality.
All this seemed too good to be true, so I asked her, "Do you mind if I am a little skeptical?"
No, she wouldn't mind, she said.
Even if none of this is true, it is a good enough performance to win an Academy Award. There is no way that I can NOT love this woman.
Half the fun of sex for me is to give my partner pleasure, but I have the stereotype implanted in my mind of Jane Fonda in "Klute," looking at her watch, and then saying, "I never cum with a John."
Angel totally shattered that stereotype when she said she had had a couple of orgasms. This was a huge ego trip for an old man like me. But she made it all plausible by saying, "I am in this business because I love sex."
I want to say "my" sweet Angel, because that's the way the songwriters have said it. But no -- who ever gave people the idea that love had to be exclusive? Love is infinite. Sweet Angel, may you give many men as much pleasure as you gave me, and may you find many men who will give you pleasure, until we meet again.
They don't give me enough stars to rate you.
Jay Walker
