Continuing my saga of JM and Cigi is difficult after remembering that I find bliss in looking for and seeing a spark of God within others and myself.
I made another friend in Austin so that I would have a place to stay should I decide to travel to there and do something like -- oh, say -- pour sugar in his gas tank or brake fluid on on his car -- yes, the one that had twice been T-boned. Why is it that we so often think of injuring vehicles as a way of exacting vengeance? I am pleased to say that the friendship I made survives to this day and that I did not break the law in my dealings with JM.
The relationship between Cigi and JM was warm and tender. They exchanged loving ecards and planned their future together when he had finished law school and would move to NYC to accept the position they were holding for him at a prominent Wall Street firm. They definitely wanted to have children together as Brandon should have siblings. They began engaging in cybersex -- though of course only JM had a webcam. JM would keep his T-shirt on though, just incase Brandon came in from the other room. Brandon was a smart little boy, even carrying on a chat session with Cigi while on the webcam.
A very sad picture, I paint. I know.
Cigi's godfather suggested enticing JM to a rendezvous at a hotel on the river in San Antonio. She would bring the sex toys and pay for food if he rented the room. He went out to see if he could borrow some money from a friend for the escapade, but was unsuccessful. (I think that was just a story as he appeared to have never gone offline.)
His idea for a romantic encounter was that Cigi could join him in Dallas the following week when he was there on business. (The hotel would be paid by the company and he would reimburse Cigi for the cost of her plane ticket.)
Cigi stayed offline for about a week. She was penitent that she had been out of touch, but her mother had taken ill and she had had to be by her side. Then when she returned home, the hard drive had gone out on her computer and she had lost all of JM's pictures! He graciously sent her copies of all she had lost as well as a couple more. He decided he would drive to Sugar Land on Friday.
She gave him detailed directions to the apartment complex where she lived and told him her apartment number. Would you believe the synchronicity? The apartment number was identical to his! She would leave the door unlocked and he was to come in and find her in the bedroom and they would make love and the first time he heard the sound of her voice would be when she was in ecstacy and could no longer remain silent.
Do you notice how little there was of me in this installment?
(To be concluded...)
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