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storyline was about a full figured woman who
couldn’t find a man and ended up finding love through an escort service. The
story was hot with massive amounts of tension and a gripping plot. The sex was
dirty, which made her yearn to be the woman on the receiving end of such
passion.   
    Putting the book down, she glanced around the
room and saw Brad’s laptop sitting closed at the table. Curiosity biting at
her, Noelle moved to the screen and pressed a few buttons.
    In no time the internet was up, the search
engine ready for her to type. She placed the book by the side of her and typed
in some words. Male escort service.
    The search bought up a huge list of sites. She
clicked on a few and gasped at the naked pictures on some of them.
    Being a virgin and never having kissed a man
before, Noelle stared in wonder at some of the women being fucked on the screen
before her. The only knowledge she had was the stuff she’d watched in movies
and the television, along with the reading of the erotic romance books. Licking
her lips, she searched through all of the sites available. No man had ever
looked at her with pure, naked longing. For once she wanted to be able to be near
a man and know what it felt like to be touched, to be cared for, and maybe even
to be loved by a man.
    Would she ever feel a man’s hands caressing her
body? Touching and tasting her, spending the time to get to know what her body
liked, the way they did in her books? She jumped back from the laptop and
closed the windows she had open. Her heart pounding, she waited for Brad to
appear in the doorway.
    “Hi. Sorry I took so long,” he said as he pulled
his coat off. “It’s bloody cold out there. You didn’t have to wait up.”
    She glanced at the clock and saw it was after
nine.
    “I wanted to make sure you got back in one
piece.”
    He gave her a twirl. “I’m here, and I survived.”
    Noelle went into the kitchen and made them both
a cup of tea. “With how long you’ve been gone, does that mean it was a huge
success?”
    “Yes. We don’t know much about each other, but
we are going to see if we can form a relationship together.”
    “I’m so happy for you,” she said. She stirred
the cup and handed him one. Her hands were shaking slightly from the images
she’d seen.
    “You’re looking a little flushed. Are you
feeling okay?” he asked and reached out to touch her head. She pulled away, not
wanting him to touch her.
    “I’m feeling a little tired. I think I’ll go to
bed if that’s all right with you,” she said. Going to her room would be the
only way for her to calm down her erratic thoughts.
    “I’ll see you in the morning.”
    She nodded, leaned up to kiss his cheek, took
her cup and book and disappeared into her room.
    What would Brad think if he knew what she’d been
searching for?
    Closing her eyes and shaking her head at the
stupidity of her thoughts, she lay across her bed and opened up the page of her
book.
    After a few minutes of reading about a virgin
being fucked, she lost interest. Staring at the ceiling above her bed, she
allowed the pain to come to her. The pain of knowing no man would ever love
her. She wished that just once, one man would look at her and want her to be
with him. The tears she kept locked up fell from her eyes in a trail down her
face. For so long she’d sat and cried about her predicament. Paying a man to
pretend to care was the lowest form of self-pity, but wouldn’t paying someone
to care for an hour be better than living a life without any form of love?
    Brad was her best friend, and she wouldn’t dream
of asking anything from him that he could not give. He was gay, and he was in
love with someone else.
    She heard him move around outside the door, but
her tears were as silent as before. When he called her name, she didn’t answer.
Speaking at the same time as crying would be a disaster. The lump in the back
of her throat made it hard to breathe. He moved away from her door, and she
could