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Did I tell you about the big-shot average-sized-cock television producer Samantha dumped last week? He promised the world and sent her a car sticker. Married, of course, but he no longer loved her - usual story. So why hadn't he lived separately from his wife? Well, it wasn't convenient although he couldn't stop thinking about his dick inside Sam and would be leaving the wife and the kids for her shortly. After all, it was a very complex situation and he just needed a little more time. He told Sam that she should think of his wife and kids as well. In this way they both became thoughtful. 'It will be a lot easier on everyone if I leave her for you. She wouldn't understand if I just left her for no reason.' This guy was truly King of the domestic dopes, his actions opposing his words. Samantha said, 'Well sweetie, Mr Hotshot got the big shock when I dumped him. Thought he was God's gift to babes, a bit of all that, if you know what I'm saying. But I say, one car sticker is one car sticker too many, and I was outa there! I told him straight, Mr all that! Sharlena said, 'Now you listen here, honey, she'd rather date a toilet cleaner who treats her like gold than a television producer who treats her like shit!' I'd rather a bed bug than a car sticker! Sharlena said, 'Girlfriend, what the hell are you goin' on about?' Nikita replied, 'Everyone's different. Perhaps that was just his way of showing his interest.'
Jackie speaks: Of course he was extremely interested in her, and that is why he sent her a car sticker from the USA. The arrival of the extravagant gift to the southern hemisphere had been in preparation for several weeks. Firstly, he rang her up from the UK and said, 'I picked you up a gift from America and will send it shortly.' He had been attending a foreign film festival with a few toffy-nosed associates turned pseudo bohemian. But despite this important prior engagement he hadn't forgotten her. A week or so later he rang to tell her that he had posted the gift that very morning and that she should be receiving it within the week. He sounded so anxious that Sam thought it was one of her clients about to ejaculate. Some guys get turned on by their own generosity. The week passed and sure enough, he asked her if she had received the gift. Samantha was beside herself. She hoped that it might have been something small and romantic because he really liked her, but told herself that she would not be disappointed if it were a book.
A woman like Sam is used to being spoilt by rich clients. She was terrified of being ungrateful, but hoped for the best. Anyway, the gift finally arrived and it was a small flat parcel with a square shape. Jewelry, she thought. But when she opened it, it was just a piece of thick cardboard. Then a car sticker fell out with a brief note attached, 'Hope you like it!' Her first inclination was to laugh out loud feeling that she was at the receiving end of some kind of weird joke. It was when she rang the domestic dope for an explanation that the real horror set in. You see, girls, from his end it wasn't a joke. It was a genuine gift and the worst thing from her perspective was that he felt quite proud of sending it, and especially one that he had put quite a bit of thought and effort into. It wasn't every local Darwin girl who got one of these fab stickers from the USA off a hot-shot television producer like him. It's not the kind of thing that happened every day! 'Well, you're telling me, darling,' added Samantha. Her heart sank. She threw it in the rubbish bin straight away. It's no secret that she didn't appreciate being sent the car sticker. It's just that she would have expected perfume, jewellery or lingerie during a courtship. 'He must be going to buy me a car, sweetie,' said Samantha, 'otherwise where will I put the sticker? He's pretty well off, so I don't understand it.'
He was trying to test her out, to see how stupid she was. I'm pleased she's a-wake up. But she didn't think he was so clever. If he was clever, a pair of fifty-dollar earrings would have been a good investment. Of course she earnt more than that in ten minutes, but it was the thought that counted, right? She then thought of a few other 'sticker' related incidents that had occurred between them the few times they had gone out to 'let's play, love kitten' or as he so originally put it. He was extremely slow at buying her a second drink. She wasn't a particularly fast drinker, fact be known, Samantha was a very cheap drunk! But regardless of this, Mr. Let's Play would often wait an hour or so before offering to buy her another. It actually got so badly noticeable that several other men at the bar had stepped in to do what he hadn't, when they saw that she was with him, and yet wasn't holding a drink. He would only buy her one after he had finished his own, and from her side of the woods, it looked like he was taking his time. Samantha was used to her share of male attention, so this hot shot was a real novelty for her, or at least for a couple of dates before his thoughtfulness grew thin. |
