I answered the personal ad in the Saturday newspaper.
"Companion Wanted.
Generous compensation."
I was sort of disappointed when a man's voice answered.
"I am calling about you ad." I said uncertainly.
"Can you come see me for an interview?" the voice asked.
"Can you tell me more about the position?" I asked.
"Everything will be explained during our interview."
Normally I would have disregarded the job offer but I was desperate. A month behind in my rent and no prospects on the horizon I needed t generate some income quickly. I noted the time and address for my interview.
Century 21 was a 42 floor apartment/office complex in the middle of downtown. I buzzed the security code I had been given and the lobby door clicked allowing me in.
The elevator whisked me quickly up to the 20th floor. I knocked on the door with the brass numbers 2005 gleaming on it.
The door was opened and I was surprised to see a man of about thirty in a wheelchair greet me.
"Hello. I'm George, come in please." He invited.
He had said nothing about being disabled on the phone. As a matter of fact he had told me very little about anything at all.
I followed the chair into the living room as the motor whirred softly.
"Have a seat." Gesturing towards an overstuffed wing back chair.
I sat down and crossed my legs pressing down my short flannel skirt as much a possible.
"As you see I am handicapped as the result of a motor vehicle accident several years ago. I am paralyzed from the waist down." George begins.
"Thanks to a large insurance settlement I am financially quit well taken care of." he continued.
He went on to explain he was about to take a two-week trip to the Dominican Republic. He told me he had been there before at a resort that catered to his needs.
Hence the need for a travel companion. George did not want to travel alone and was willing to pay all a companion's expenses plus five thousand dollars for someone to spend the two weeks accompanying him.
After asking me a few brief questions and studying my personality and appearance he offered me the position if I choose to accept.
Two weeks in he glorious sun all expenses paid! And after all he was paralyzed so what could I fear?
I quickly accepted his offer and rushed home to pack.
Less than a year out of school and I had rushed out to get my own apartment. Just when I thought I had everything under control I lost my job when Wal-Mart opened a new store just outside of town and took away Al's business. Al hated to let me go but he had no choice.
I figured I was going to have to go waiting tables or maybe get a job slinging beer in the Cecil House. I had just turned nineteen and was not bad looking so I should do o.k. on tips.
I didn't really like the idea of the animals in the Cecil grabbing my ass and George's offer would give me more time.
I stood five foot two and weighed one hundred and eight pounds, soaking wet. Long black hair down to my ass with cute chocolate brown buttons for nipples on my 34B breasts. My skin was pasty white from lack of sun and I had a Cindy Crawford mole on my right cheek. I looked like a life size Barbie doll.
It was a week later when we boarded the white 737 Lufthansa jet at Pearson International bound for Santo Domingo.
Because of George's handicap we were permitted to preboard and settled in the first class cabin. Soon we were climbing into the blue shy heading for paradise.
