I think we all have a story like this one. Perhaps the reasons are different. Most likely the morals involved were greater than mine. But this is me and I have no moral compass when it comes to women. I will tell this story as if there were no other women in my life at these times, when in fact there were.
I met Kat at one of the most moral of institutions, the titty bar. The only one in my town at the time. It was more than just a boobie hut, it was a biker bar also. Two locations in one structure. I was a regular there and knew everyone who worked there for any length of time. I was hardly ever to stay past 7pm. Thats when the night shift would start for the real entertainment.
I had met Kat several weeks before we became friends. I forget why she decided to talk to me. She had a good following of "clients", that payed well. I think it had more to do with her life outside this place than me. For what ever reasons she had, she asked to come home with me that night. She had to work the evening shift and it was my time to go home. But, she asked if I would pick her up after work. I agreed.
There are stories of older men dating younger women. Most of them involve some unbalanced monetary exchange. This is not one of those stories. Kat was 19 and I was 31. But why was she interested in me? She needed a place to stay. In her mind, payment was rendered in sex. But that soon changed. Very soon.
She had many places to stay, most were conceived just as my place was. Over the years to come I got to know many different faces, no two were ever the same though. Yes, I did say years. Every week or two Kat would show up or call wanting to stay the night. My doors were always open to her. Men have a way of not respecting a women who dances for a living. Even less respect for a women who hops from bed to bed. This is why Kat never brought home the same face twice.
Well the day came just as I knew it would. I had not wanted it to come, nor do I believe that she wanted it to come. But, it did. After three years of this "one night" pattern, she called to say she was coming over for just a bit. She drove up in a car by herself. Knocked on my door and I let her in. She never sat down. She told me that is was time to say Goodbye. We paused and let the wieght of the moment sink in. I got up, walked over to her and hugged her very tightly, kissed her cheek and said, "thank you for the time you shared with me. I'll never forget you.". Let her go and said "Goodbye Kat". She turned walked to the car, got in and drove away.
We never spoke again.
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