mytasteislikecandy
Tasty
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- May 16, 2002
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Hello fellow SRP'ers. I haven't been around a lot lately, but I'm back and able to write a little more often now. It won't be a daily thing, but if you're someone who doesn't mind taking it slow, and actually KNOWS HOW TO WRITE, please, feel free to PM me if interested in participating in my first SRP thread in almost a year.
Thanks
MTILC
OOC:
Heather Moore
28 years old: 5'3, 150 lbs, straight brown hair halfway down her back, dark dark eyes, olive complexion, freckles and full lips. A single mother who's husband left her for the "other woman". Never had to work so now that she's in the world alone, she's got to figure out how to survive. Her ex doesn't pay support or alimony even though he's been ordered to, but he left the country and is unable to be found. So she's on her own. No family--parents died years ago, no siblings, no aunts and uncles she knows of, so it's just her and her 8 year old daughter Hunter.
I'm looking for someone to play the role of her savior. Not looking for someone controlling--I want it to be romantic and sweet, something Heather's never experienced. I'll be playing her role, of course
, and if you're interested, PM me and I'll give you some details of what I'm looking for.
IC:
After dropping Hunter off at the day care, I sat in my car and cried. This was routine. Wake up at 7, get a cup of coffee, wake Hunter up and force her to eat some cereal and get dressed, drive her either to school or day care depending on the day of the week or time of year, kiss her goodbye, then retreat to my car and sob my heart out.
James had left us a year ago, and my heart was still sore and bruised. I'd found a job at a local advertising agency, doing the receptionist thing, and it just barely paid the rent on the tiny 2 bedroom apartment I'd found on the outskirts of Cincinnati. My car was a second-hand thing that one of my co-workers had found for me for the bargain price of 400 dollars. But it did the job. This was so different than the life I had been living. James was the CEO of some huge company, and I was the trophy wife. Cooking, cleaning, giving great parties and great blow jobs--that was my job.
I'd met James right out of high school. He was 10 years older than me, and I was swept into a whirlwind of money, cars, clothes, and pampering. For an 18 year old, that seemed like true love. When I ended up pregnant, he dropped to one knee and proposed. Blindly, I'd accepted. We were married by the time I was 20, just a couple of months before Hunter was born. Now, 8 years later, I was a single mom with no job experience, no family, no big house or fancy cars. James was gone, somewhere over seas, with his new "wife", the 20 year old who'd been his assistant for the past year. I guess I should've known he liked them young.
Wiping my face and squaring my shoulders, I finally started the car and headed toward the agency which was downtown. By the time I parked in the employee's garage, I was cool and collected, the tears washed off my face. I locked the doors of my Escort and smoothed the wrinkles out of my skirt before heading into the office for another day of answering phones and sending memos for people just like my ex husband.
Seating myself behind my desk, I began my day, checking messages from the previous night, reading emails, and starting the pot of coffee that I knew my boss would want the moment she strolled into work. I checked her appointment book and saw that her first meeting was scheduled to begin in 15 minutes and she wasn't even here yet.
"D'angelo Houston..." I muttered to myself. I'd yet to meet this client, so I knew that he had to be brand spanking new. I didn't want him to have a bad first impression, so I gathered his file from the drawers behind me and studied up a bit so that I wouldn't look like a complete idiot should he show up and find that Margie wasn't even here yet.
He was the Vice President of a company that specialized in male enhancement products. I chuckled a bit as I thought of my boss trying to come up with a slogan for that. Just as I finished his file, the door to the office swung open and he walked in.
Thanks
MTILC
OOC:
Heather Moore
28 years old: 5'3, 150 lbs, straight brown hair halfway down her back, dark dark eyes, olive complexion, freckles and full lips. A single mother who's husband left her for the "other woman". Never had to work so now that she's in the world alone, she's got to figure out how to survive. Her ex doesn't pay support or alimony even though he's been ordered to, but he left the country and is unable to be found. So she's on her own. No family--parents died years ago, no siblings, no aunts and uncles she knows of, so it's just her and her 8 year old daughter Hunter.
I'm looking for someone to play the role of her savior. Not looking for someone controlling--I want it to be romantic and sweet, something Heather's never experienced. I'll be playing her role, of course
, and if you're interested, PM me and I'll give you some details of what I'm looking for.IC:
After dropping Hunter off at the day care, I sat in my car and cried. This was routine. Wake up at 7, get a cup of coffee, wake Hunter up and force her to eat some cereal and get dressed, drive her either to school or day care depending on the day of the week or time of year, kiss her goodbye, then retreat to my car and sob my heart out.
James had left us a year ago, and my heart was still sore and bruised. I'd found a job at a local advertising agency, doing the receptionist thing, and it just barely paid the rent on the tiny 2 bedroom apartment I'd found on the outskirts of Cincinnati. My car was a second-hand thing that one of my co-workers had found for me for the bargain price of 400 dollars. But it did the job. This was so different than the life I had been living. James was the CEO of some huge company, and I was the trophy wife. Cooking, cleaning, giving great parties and great blow jobs--that was my job.
I'd met James right out of high school. He was 10 years older than me, and I was swept into a whirlwind of money, cars, clothes, and pampering. For an 18 year old, that seemed like true love. When I ended up pregnant, he dropped to one knee and proposed. Blindly, I'd accepted. We were married by the time I was 20, just a couple of months before Hunter was born. Now, 8 years later, I was a single mom with no job experience, no family, no big house or fancy cars. James was gone, somewhere over seas, with his new "wife", the 20 year old who'd been his assistant for the past year. I guess I should've known he liked them young.
Wiping my face and squaring my shoulders, I finally started the car and headed toward the agency which was downtown. By the time I parked in the employee's garage, I was cool and collected, the tears washed off my face. I locked the doors of my Escort and smoothed the wrinkles out of my skirt before heading into the office for another day of answering phones and sending memos for people just like my ex husband.
Seating myself behind my desk, I began my day, checking messages from the previous night, reading emails, and starting the pot of coffee that I knew my boss would want the moment she strolled into work. I checked her appointment book and saw that her first meeting was scheduled to begin in 15 minutes and she wasn't even here yet.
"D'angelo Houston..." I muttered to myself. I'd yet to meet this client, so I knew that he had to be brand spanking new. I didn't want him to have a bad first impression, so I gathered his file from the drawers behind me and studied up a bit so that I wouldn't look like a complete idiot should he show up and find that Margie wasn't even here yet.
He was the Vice President of a company that specialized in male enhancement products. I chuckled a bit as I thought of my boss trying to come up with a slogan for that. Just as I finished his file, the door to the office swung open and he walked in.
