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Jean
I read the instructions on how to reply - I had no intention of replying. I found writing paper, envelopes, stamps - I had no intention of using them. Just for fun I wrote a long letter, as if I were replying to an advertisement. I read it back to myself. I tore it up. I wrote again. He looked so young, so handsome, so nice. "I'm a mature lady, I need a man like you. Telephone me at any time. Jean." If only I could have the courage to send this letter! But I couldn't, I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Why?
I put it in an envelope. I wrote the address. I put a stamp on it. I held it in my hand. I had to post it now, before I lost my nerve, before reason returned. I walked out of the house. I walked to the post box. I was at the post box, the letter in my hand. All I had to do to get a man was to put it those few inches into the opening. That simple action for a man! But I couldn't do it.
"Jean? Are you all right? You look a little flushed." It was nice Mrs Warboys.
The letter, oh my God! It was gone! I'd popped it into the box so Mrs Warboys wouldn't see it.
I must have been standing there looking shocked. Mrs Warboys took me by the arm and walked me back to my front gate, only letting me go in alone when I assured her I really was all right.
I was terrified. What had I done? My name, my address, my telephone number! So many horrors went through my mind. That night I double checked all the locks, left the lights on.
I have never been so worried in my life, imagining burglary, blackmail and worse. But when three weeks had passed and nothing had happened I began to relax. Then one evening the phone rang.
"Jean?"
I didn't recognise the voice.
"Yes?" I said.
"You answered my ad."
I froze. I mumbled something.
"You want to meet?"
He sounded very confident.
"Well, I, um..." My brain was spinning. What was one to say?
"If I've rung at a bad time, just say 'I think you've got a wrong number'."
"Oh, no," I said. "It's not that. It's just that I, er..." I couldn't seem to collect my thoughts.
"Look, if you want to meet, next Thursday suit you?"
"Er, Thursday, yes," I found myself saying.
"Your place?"
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"Er, yes, that would be all right." Had I really said that?
"Sevenish?"
"Er, yes. But..."
"OK, girl. See ya then. Ta ta."
And the phone went dead.
Oh my God! What had I done? I slumped into a chair, shaking. It didn't seem real. I would awake at any moment.
But it was real. I knew it. Had I really invited an unknown man to come and have sex with me, had I? Had I? My God!
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