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That's right it's been way too long since my last story. That has to due with the fact that all my past stories were things I accumulated over time where this new one like the last few had only just occurred. I assure you that this story however is of much higher quality. It involves older women and not ones my age. Also I'm excited to post this not only for all the people who have been here since I've arrived, but also all the new members many of whom have made themselves as much a part of this forum as myself.
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Years ago before I got employed at your local grocery store I was sending resumes to ads in the newspaper for jobs. Months went by and almost none of them returned a call to place interest or they turned out to be some sort of moneymaking scam. Right before I decided I should just get a job that I know I'll get regardless of pay or any benefits (grocer) I surprisingly recieved a phone call. It was from a woman who said I was the first to respond to her newspaper ad for "clerical work" when I had called the number in the ad and left a message. This got me very excited not only since it would be my first job, but also I figured that one of the many "clerical" job ads would be best for me since I often role-play a cleric in D&D. She said that some details needed to be worked out and that I should meet her in person at a local restaurant.
As odd as I felt about meeting someone at a restaurant for a job I realised it could do no harm so I showed up. I was very surprised to find the woman wanting to meet was a very beautiful middle-aged woman clad in professional business attire. We spoke for quite a while. It turned out she worked for CBS for the old and very well-recieved show "60 Minutes" which runs weekly and showcases various human interest stories. She said she worked as the Graphic Arts Director or something like that determing what sort of sets should accompany which stories. She had a problem though. With her having to commute to NY daily while also taking care of three kids with her husband working as the owner of a glass installation business she had no free time. Over the years with her and her husband working and both bringing in lots of cash they decided to start investing. They bought lots of stock in lots of areas and made even more money. So much that they would often spend any significant free time taking trips to anywhere they wanted. With all her time being used to either work hard or play hard the house became kind of a mess...especially with matters pertaining to paperwork. She would fill out whatever forms and send out whatever papers needed to and then to avoid wasting time she would throw all of the reciepts, notices, etc. in a box. When a box would fill she would put it in an empty room in the house. This went on for years and now she has a whole room that can't be used due to being filled with boxes. What she needed me for was to work as a sorter of sorts by filing away all the papers I find in a methodical manner. She hoped eventually that the room could be empty and used again as well also that all the clutter she felt was a stain on her work ethic.
She made me nervous. She kept looking at me half-apprehensively and half-happily. I understand the apprehension as anyone would meeting someone they don't know. When I asked her why she picked me though she said "You were the first to call...and when I heard your voice I had to get you here.".
When I got to her home I was impressed. It was large and beautifully decorated. Then I went downstairs. There were two rooms. One room was mostly empty except for some old furniture and a desk and the other was the "forgotten" room. In there 90% of the floor space had boxes and most boxes were stacked almost up to the ceiling.
I got to work. It wasn't very stimulating work, but it was very easy and the environment was great. Most days I was by myself with the husband at work and the kids attending some activity. She would stay upstairs the entire time doing some PC work. I often had a CD player I found in the room playing with various CD's I had also found in the room. I went through countless kinds of paperwork from bills, to reciepts, bank statements, and birthday cards.
I worked for each weekend for multiple months. As time went on she took more and more visits downstairs starting to offer me meals and just wanting to talk. Then one weekend she stopped returning my calls for work. I can safely assume I wasn't doing something she wanted other than the filing since I had only rid the room of half the clutter.
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That was years ago though...this one is more recent.
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In my last semester at university there was a woman who was in two of my classes. She was middle-aged and divorced living just a few blocks away from the university in a large apartment. She worked at a local ranch giving riding lessons and taking care of the horses. In spite of her age she appeared to be in excellent shape. I could hardly see any fat and her whole body was tone muscle. In casual conversations I expressed admiration at her work with animals. Big mistake.
So over the weeks she keeps getting uncomfortably close to me in conversation eventually learning by accident (I don't know how you refuse to answer a question) that I know how and do cook for myself, clean my own home, and don't have any significant other.
I was already apprehensive about her eventually offering me "riding lessons" which with all my experience has taught me would probably not mean riding a horse. Then one day after one of the classes when everyone had left the room except me and her...
-Karen: "So maybe I wouldn't be so lonely if someone would accompany me on my way home. Maybe even spend the night."
-Me: "..."
-Karen: "(winks)"
-Me: "(looks away)"
Then I did it. What I had always meant to do. What I had been born to do...
I walked away. Turned to the side walked briskly out the door and ran for it. Didn't even look back.
To this day she says greets me when I walk by. Thankfully nothing more.
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Let's hope the next woman doesn't try to kill me for turning her down.
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
That's right it's been way too long since my last story. That has to due with the fact that all my past stories were things I accumulated over time where this new one like the last few had only just occurred. I assure you that this story however is of much higher quality. It involves older women and not ones my age. Also I'm excited to post this not only for all the people who have been here since I've arrived, but also all the new members many of whom have made themselves as much a part of this forum as myself.
-
Years ago before I got employed at your local grocery store I was sending resumes to ads in the newspaper for jobs. Months went by and almost none of them returned a call to place interest or they turned out to be some sort of moneymaking scam. Right before I decided I should just get a job that I know I'll get regardless of pay or any benefits (grocer) I surprisingly recieved a phone call. It was from a woman who said I was the first to respond to her newspaper ad for "clerical work" when I had called the number in the ad and left a message. This got me very excited not only since it would be my first job, but also I figured that one of the many "clerical" job ads would be best for me since I often role-play a cleric in D&D. She said that some details needed to be worked out and that I should meet her in person at a local restaurant.
As odd as I felt about meeting someone at a restaurant for a job I realised it could do no harm so I showed up. I was very surprised to find the woman wanting to meet was a very beautiful middle-aged woman clad in professional business attire. We spoke for quite a while. It turned out she worked for CBS for the old and very well-recieved show "60 Minutes" which runs weekly and showcases various human interest stories. She said she worked as the Graphic Arts Director or something like that determing what sort of sets should accompany which stories. She had a problem though. With her having to commute to NY daily while also taking care of three kids with her husband working as the owner of a glass installation business she had no free time. Over the years with her and her husband working and both bringing in lots of cash they decided to start investing. They bought lots of stock in lots of areas and made even more money. So much that they would often spend any significant free time taking trips to anywhere they wanted. With all her time being used to either work hard or play hard the house became kind of a mess...especially with matters pertaining to paperwork. She would fill out whatever forms and send out whatever papers needed to and then to avoid wasting time she would throw all of the reciepts, notices, etc. in a box. When a box would fill she would put it in an empty room in the house. This went on for years and now she has a whole room that can't be used due to being filled with boxes. What she needed me for was to work as a sorter of sorts by filing away all the papers I find in a methodical manner. She hoped eventually that the room could be empty and used again as well also that all the clutter she felt was a stain on her work ethic.
She made me nervous. She kept looking at me half-apprehensively and half-happily. I understand the apprehension as anyone would meeting someone they don't know. When I asked her why she picked me though she said "You were the first to call...and when I heard your voice I had to get you here.".
When I got to her home I was impressed. It was large and beautifully decorated. Then I went downstairs. There were two rooms. One room was mostly empty except for some old furniture and a desk and the other was the "forgotten" room. In there 90% of the floor space had boxes and most boxes were stacked almost up to the ceiling.
I got to work. It wasn't very stimulating work, but it was very easy and the environment was great. Most days I was by myself with the husband at work and the kids attending some activity. She would stay upstairs the entire time doing some PC work. I often had a CD player I found in the room playing with various CD's I had also found in the room. I went through countless kinds of paperwork from bills, to reciepts, bank statements, and birthday cards.
I worked for each weekend for multiple months. As time went on she took more and more visits downstairs starting to offer me meals and just wanting to talk. Then one weekend she stopped returning my calls for work. I can safely assume I wasn't doing something she wanted other than the filing since I had only rid the room of half the clutter.
-
That was years ago though...this one is more recent.
-
In my last semester at university there was a woman who was in two of my classes. She was middle-aged and divorced living just a few blocks away from the university in a large apartment. She worked at a local ranch giving riding lessons and taking care of the horses. In spite of her age she appeared to be in excellent shape. I could hardly see any fat and her whole body was tone muscle. In casual conversations I expressed admiration at her work with animals. Big mistake.
So over the weeks she keeps getting uncomfortably close to me in conversation eventually learning by accident (I don't know how you refuse to answer a question) that I know how and do cook for myself, clean my own home, and don't have any significant other.
I was already apprehensive about her eventually offering me "riding lessons" which with all my experience has taught me would probably not mean riding a horse. Then one day after one of the classes when everyone had left the room except me and her...
-Karen: "So maybe I wouldn't be so lonely if someone would accompany me on my way home. Maybe even spend the night."
-Me: "..."
-Karen: "(winks)"
-Me: "(looks away)"
Then I did it. What I had always meant to do. What I had been born to do...
I walked away. Turned to the side walked briskly out the door and ran for it. Didn't even look back.
To this day she says greets me when I walk by. Thankfully nothing more.
-
Let's hope the next woman doesn't try to kill me for turning her down.
Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
