Dr.
Gavin Sweetwater locked up his office building and made his way toward
Cleavertown. He just completed another long workday in Blue-eyed Hollow – an
area of Virginia that received much rain. As a result, the city was covered
with thick woods and forests, making timber its chief resource.
Gavin
admired the wonderful scenery of his father’s birthplace as he drove carefully
among the winding roads. Matthew Sweetwater had shared fond memories of this
place with him. Some not so fond as well.
When
Gavin finally made it to the Cleavertown Hotel, he took a shower and ordered
room service. Instead of feeling sleepy after his tiring day, he felt restless.
He also felt a bit lonely and a lot horny.
To
curtail
those feelings, Gavin decided to get dressed and head over to the
nightclub across the street. It seemed like the perfect place to take
the
edge off with a glass of wine or a beer, depending on what they served.
Maybe I’ll meet a special lady tonight
to take my other edge off, Gavin thought, unable to recall the
last time he had sex. He was even willing to pay for it if he had to. He was
just that randy tonight.
Fortunately,
Gavin was one of those men that rarely had to pay for sex. Women naturally
flocked to him on account of how handsome he was. In fact, four out of the five
prostitutes he’d had over his lifetime reluctantly took his money because he’d
given them such a good time. One actually wanted to pay him. His first
prostitute didn’t really count since he’d only been seventeen at the time and
hadn’t known what he was doing. He learned fast enough though.
I hope the ladies of the evening around
here aren’t like that blonde that came to my office yesterday, Gavin thought, recalling the
Anna Nicole Smith lookalike that visited him on Friday for teeth bleaching. He
liked his women available and aggressive, not desperate and manipulative. Plus,
he wasn’t interested in bedding a woman intent on trapping him into marriage,
which had clearly been that blonde’s plan. Why else would she mention marriage
so many times during that one hour visit?
When I finally do get married, it is
going to be my idea
and it’s going to be for love, Gavin promised himself as he pulled his room
door closed and locked it.
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