Chapter 1 – The InterviewnnThe wind was strong as Carrie tripped down the road, her high heels falling between stones as she cursed softly, hoping no-one watching her would think she was mad, talking to herself. Her flowing blonde hair was whipping up and her hands tried desperately to calm it down, but the gusts were too strong, and within minutes, she figured she was better off trying to sort it out when she arrived.nnCarrie was careless. That had always been her nickname. Careless Carrie from Camden. Her friends had laughed at her often, because however hard she tried, she was always dropping things, falling over, late for appointments, making mistakes in her work and generally being, as her mother called her, sloppy.nnAt 26, she felt it was time to get serious, to be a responsible adult, though she doubted she was capable. But here she was, this windswept day, heading towards an interview with good prospects. She had worked in a department store until last week. The boss finally gave her the sack after she managed to smash the ninth bottle of perfume in two months. She'd hated the job anyway, and was glad to be moving on. She just hoped this place would take her. She'd always wanted to work in fashion, and although this was a bottom of the rung position, she felt she'd be able to move up quickly, she was, at least, very ambitious.nnShe arrived at the address looking decidedly dishevelled. Typical, she thought, turning up to an interview in a fashion house, looking a wreck. She shrugged her shoulders, convinced they'd understand, since the weather was so goddamn awful, and she climbed the steps. nnThe confidence that Carrie had felt on the way to the interview suddenly evaporated as she pushed open the large glass door and stepped inside. Everything looked perfect, right down to the manicure on the nails of the receptionist. The walls were painted bright white, the pictures were classy and hung in beautiful silver frames, everything sparkled.nnCarrie's heart sank.
Chapter 1nnThey stood at the intersection waiting for the light to turn. They'd been fighting for four blocks now.nn"You are so stupid!" he yelled at her.nn"You may not be so smart yourself."nnShe said it without emotion, just going through the ritual. Don't fight back; he goes on forever. Fight back too much; he gets explosive, not physically abusive but headache loud. They're relationship had become a game of trying to fight just enough. Though on this occasion she was exhausted and aimed to push him swiftly to leaving; an ambitious goal. He could fight all night. He didn't seem to hate it that way she did. Maybe he enjoyed it.nn"What did you say?" He demanded.nn"Smart men tend to attract and couple with smart women. Men who only think they're smart, or would like to, they hook up with the stupid ones, like you, with me."nn"Oh, fuck you!" and that was that. She'd gotten what she wanted.
This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. nnRemember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.nn********************nn”What a wonderful wife you’ll make someone.” Anna’s friend Lauren tossed the now empty banana skin into the kitchen bin.nn“Well if you can’t help a friend when she’s injured, when can you help them?” Anna replied. Lauren had hurt her right ankle in a fall recently and Anna had just completed the weekly shopping for her.nn“You’re an absolute doll. Go and wash a couple of glasses and we’ll share a bottle of white.” nn“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all morning,” laughed Anna as she took two wine glasses and began to rinse them under the tap.nn“How’s the acting business Anna? I know you’ve had a bit of a struggle since leaving drama school.”nn“It’s tough Lauren. You know, the other day I was turned down for a part because they said that I looked uncomfortable with an on screen kiss, and therefore how could I be expected to do sexual nudity? I ask you, with my reputation!”nn“Ouch,” said Lauren in sympathy as she tugged at the loose long blond hair that tumbled around her lovely shoulders. “I bet you’re sick of it aren’t you?”nn“No, something will turn up soon. In the meantime I’d better go and practice my sexual technique. At least it’s better than having to brush up on trigonometry!
I would like to thank Ms. Sharon Johnson who had the courage to edit my poor spelling and grammar. Thanks to her, this story is much better and her hard work is appreciated. Thanks Sharon!nnThis is a long love story, so be prepared. It was written from both the man's and the woman's viewpoint. The story was put together for the most part from e-mails that were shared between them as they wrote the story. As the story builds and moves forward, it establishes the relationship and develops the interaction between the two individuals. This happens both before and during the sex, which they experienced. The sex then becomes the major question and key element in the story. It was suggested that the two of them write a story together by the female as their Internet relationship built. The story was written to be as realistic as it could be. That is the story isn't one of those, "He see her and fucks her!" stories. She insisted it should be written from a more real life encounter. She was insistence!nnIt was also written from the man's point of view to try and express his true and sincere feelings about what was happening to him in the story and in his real life, along the way. He now feels that he was disappointed badly and wishes she would finish the story both in the e-mail and perhaps one-day together for real. nnWhile the man recorded the events in his PC diary, he also wrote what he was hoping for one day. They shared pictures, some very revealing, and found them very erotic.
