The Last Time - The End...
I hadn’t heard from them in several weeks. I figured the event didn’t happened, and I couldn’t go anyway due to Covid.
Then I got a call from Tony – I still had his number and I figured I was getting details on what happened – you know, guy to guy. I picked up the phone and said so is this about the big night I hope! But he stammered a bit and said no. I knew something was up.
Apparently, my ex had been tutoring kids in English on the side and somehow caught Covid. She died quickly, within a few weeks as she had some heart issue I did not know about.
Tony said she really had fun doing what she was doing, and thanked me for introducing him to her. He said he loved her and her ability to keep both worlds alive and separate. I asked if he needed money for the funeral expenses, but he said no as her main client – the older guy who took her to Cancun – paid for the whole thing. Tony said he told her family he paid for it. They didn't need to know her best john was paying for her again.
So that ends the stories of my ex. We could never be together – we only had two things in common – sex and wild imaginations – but you can’t build a life off that. It was fun trying, but we both knew it wouldn’t work. And the fact I could her help overcome some of her insecurities and shackles of being a good girl when it came to sex and let her really live her true sexual sl*tty self is something I'll never forget – either what we did together or her telling me about her paid for exploits.
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