It didn't start innocently at all. We met online at a swingers' site. He watched me on my web cam as I sang out loud and made a general ass of myself with my hundreds of viewers. I glanced indifferently at the numerous messages as they flowed across my screen; most were requests to see my breasts, with the occasional eccentric request to see my feet. His message stood out in its simplicity.
>>Howdy.
He left that message for me, and nothing more. To be honest, I was completely shocked that it was not immediately followed by a request for a glimpse of my nude body. I checked his profile and suppressed a laugh. His cockiness rang out in his self-proclaimed cheesy title. "I'm a hard-working man. Let me work you hard!" I glanced at the picture, taking in the young, blond, rugged looking cowboy that had messaged me. Chuckling to myself, I let the mouse hover over the Decline button before impulsively clicking on Accept.
"Howdy yourself," I said as I entered the private chat room.
>>How are you doing tonight?
> I'm doing great...sitting here singing to myself as usual. Can't you hear me?
>>Actually no. This computer has no speakers.
> Bummer...So what are you up to?
>>Working right now. Was just about to head back to the office. I'll be able to get on the computer again either late Sunday or early Monday. Can I catch you then?
> Sure....what's your name again?
I kept glancing back at the message window for a few minutes, but didn't get a response. I figured he was gone already, and went about trying to shake my numerous viewers off so I could shut down my camera for the night. I brushed my teeth and went to bed as usual. I heard nothing from him until about a week later. I had almost forgotten about him in the course of studying for finals, and then he surprised me. I checked my offline messages after returning from my college campus for the last time that semester.
>>I'm Mike. >>Hey...are you up? >>Well, I'm about to get offline. I'm off for the rest of the week, so I won't be online till at least next Sunday night/Monday morning. If you want to, you can call me on my cell this week. Daytime hours are best. It's ok to call Saturday, I'll be working but I can talk while I work. 555-8962. Hope to hear from you. -Mike
I replied with a smile and laid down to take a nap. I'd managed to get myself into an incredibly odd sleep schedule where I was staying up most of the night, getting up late in the day, and taking a nap in the early evening. When I awoke several hours later to the sound of canned laughter on TV, I decided to eat and check my messages on the computer again. A message was flashing on my screen. I checked the time and saw that it had been left for me about fifteen minutes earlier. I didn't know if he'd still be on.
>>Howdy. You online?
> Yes...just about to clean my place.
>>Sounds like fun. I did the same thing today, so don't feel bad. J Then I got tired of cleaning and went shopping.
> Must be nice! I have no money currently. So.....what'd ya buy me?
>>Well, I really shouldn't have spent that much money. I bought a whole lot of ammo for an upcoming training session for the new guys. We're gonna do it at night, strobes in the eyes, shoot/no shoot situations. It's gonna be great! I have a feeling a lot of the guys are gonna shoot the poor lady with the ketchup bottle though.
> Fun stuff. What branch?
>>Former Navy. Private body guard/security supervisor now.
I smiled.
>>So what part of town do you live in?
> Are there really separate parts of town? Hehehe...
>>Well, there's north, south, east, and west....lol
> West.
>>I used to live on the west side of town too....a little house on Garden St. close to the highway. You live close to there?
> Yes.
