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And now for the story...
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Lilith's Toy - The Real Doll
Chapter One
About two years ago, I was taken to the cleaners in a divorce settlement by my ex-wife Judith. I was forced to sell our house so she could take her half of what I had worked hard for the last twenty years.
While I was busy working, she occupied her time screwing every thing that had genitalia. I have to say this, slut she may have been but discriminating she was not. Man or woman, she didn't care as long as they got her off. Try to imagine my surprise when I came home to find her in bed with a hermaphrodite, guess she must have thought he/she/it was the best of both worlds.
And so, at the ripe old age of forty-eight I found myself having to move into an apartment. By the way, my name is Reginald Stokes. I hate the name! It makes me sound like some millionaire's butler, so I have my friends call me Reggie.
Anyway, I quickly found out that the lease was too high and found myself having to take on a roommate. So I did what any desperate person would do, I took out an add in the newspaper. After two weeks I had just about given up on finding one, having interviewed the oddest assortment of "freakazoids" you will ever see. Now, I feel that deserves some explanation. You see, the first person to answer my add was six foot six inches tall, weighted about three hundred pounds, was wearing a black evening gown, high healed shoes and black fishnet stockings. Normally I, size not withstanding, would have found the getup quite attractive except on him it just did nothing for me. While I consider myself rather open minded, I could tell this was not going to be the right roommate. It just seems bad form if you go into hysterics every time you see someone; after a while they might just take it personally.
Two Goths, four power drinkers and one wannabe gang-banger later, I was about to give up and was considering moving to the Y.M.C.A. when Lilith showed up. Lilith is thirty-eight years old, has a short curly red hair, full "pouty" lips, long legs and a 38-26-36 figure that is to die for.
I think we both realized as we exchanged stories that we hit it off instantly. She told me she had been divorced for about three years and had decided six months ago to leave Baltimore and resettled to Atlanta. She really didn't like Atlanta, so she decided to move here to Columbus, Georgia. It seems she could not get far enough away from her ex-husband to suit her. For those of you who don't know where it is, its right next to that tiny little town called Phenix City, Alabama. The same one that Charlie Pride wrote a quasi popular country song about back in the seventies. Anyway, I digress.
Lilith told me right up front that she was just looking for a place to stay until she saved up enough money for an apartment of her own. I figured what the hell, at least it would give me a few more months before I had to move into the "Y".
She moved in that weekend.
Chapter Two
The arrangement was that she would have the hide-a-bed couch, could use the large hall closet and would share the bath room, which you had to go through my room to get to. We agreed that if she ever wanted to "entertain" a guest, I would sleep on the couch and she could have the bedroom that night; all she had to do was let me know before midnight.