A May to December Romance 1-18 by Positively 4th Street.pdf

A May to December Romance by Positively 4th Street

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My name is Isabella Swan and today, I signed a contract that would put me in the steel tight clutches

of a man I didn't know, for four years. A girl's gotta pay for college somehow, right? AH. Come meet

'Sugar daddy' Edward.

' Sugar Daddy' – a rich, usually older man who offers money or gifts to a less rich, usually younger

person in return for companionship or sexual favours.

Chapter One

I took a deep breath. I needed to do this. I had no other options. I was out of time. This was, as they

say, the final straw. I needed this straw.

It was humiliating on a whole new level, but I swallowed my pride and clicked anyway. Sacrifices had

to be made sometimes. In this case, I was waving a long goodbye to my self-respect, unsure of when

exactly I would be seeing it again.

Welcome to Sugar Daddies. Net !

Christ. The banner was sparkling and flashing at me and everything. Give them credit where credit's

due, they at least tried to make it look like any other normal internet dating site. They may have

succeeded, were it not for the –barely legal– underwear clad tarts pouting back at me, and the

shirtless, well oiled abs of fifty year old men who made me simply cringe away in disgust.

Poplctullythoughtthiswsppling?

Shut up and deal with it , Swan ! You have to do this !

IdspntwkstirlsslyrsrchingthisMydcrpitcomputrwspositivlywhzingwith

every new URL I'd opened up, searching for the best site to choose. I was deadly serious about

needing to do this, I didn't want to spend the next few weeks chasing my own tail and warding off

freaks. I needed a site that had some semblance of seriousness.

Apparently, this was the site I needed.

You're just two clicks away from getting started!

And a second away from wanting to shoot myself , I thought dryly.

I entered the required information to get me 'started', a screen name, my email address, and an

account password – I tried for 'you-will-die-a-shameful-death', but it was over the allowed character

limit.

Great, now let's get your profile set up and activated!

I wanted to sob, really I did.

I had never felt more ashamed of myself as I typed out the required fields in front of me. Never let it

bsidthtIsbllSwncnttkonforhrowntmItwsjustdgrdingThspicsof

information they wanted, listing my attributes. It made me feel like a would-be prized cow at

auction, all I needed was a bell to really grab some attention.

Our surveys show a 68% increased chance of success if you provide a profile picture!

Of course they do.

I wasn't embarrassed enough as it was, apparently. I now had to put a face to the whore. And that's

exactly what I felt like – a whore. I couldn't think of a better way to describe myself right now.

I searched though my recent pictures, of which, there were few. Angela had taken what I suppose

could be considered a 'nice' picture of me the last time we had traipsed down to First Beach. I hadn't

known she was taking it. I decided it would have to do. The one saving grace was that the picture had

been taken at an angle, only the side of my face was visible and the sun had been shining that day.

I decided it looked 'arty'.

I loaded it, clicked 'finish' and it was done. My profile had officially been activated.

Now I could cry.

May to December's Profile! NEW USER!

Name : Isabella

Age : 18

Birthday : 13th September

Location : Washington

(*)

Height : 5'2

Weight : 105 lbs

Hair Colour : Brown

Eye Colour : Brown

Ethnicity : Caucasian

(*)

Looking for : Someone to financially support me through four years of college.

(*)

Offering : To meet the individual's specified needs/wants in return for financial aid.

(*)

Interests: Reading, writing, cooking,music.

(*)

About Me :

- I have the opportunity to gain an Ivy League education - or as good as. I have narrowed my choices

down to three institutions, all of which are ranked within the National top twelve. Two are based in

Chicago and one in New York.

- For reasons that I will not go into, I have no way of financing my studies.

- ThisislllittllintomImgnrllyspkingvryindpndntndliktostndonmy

own two feet. I am not accustomed to having to ask for help. However, my studies mean a great deal

to me, and I am determined to gain my college degree.

- Whilst this is an incredible contradiction of terms, I am not a leech. I do not expect anything in the

way of gifts/treats/being spoiled/pampered, etc. I am quite able to support myself living wise;

unfortunately, finding $40,000+ for annual tuition is just a little over my head. Fun to be poor, huh? :)

- Other than that, my passion is classic literature, I abhor text speak, enjoy good food, wish I could

travel more and am allergic to cats.

(*)

To contact this user, please click here!

Within five minutes, I had been swamped with twenty-six emails. My favourites of which included

such lines as:

'I'd love to take care of you sweetness; daddy's gotta lotta lovin' for his little girl!'

'I've gotta a big package to match that rather large $40K little one ;)'

ndmyprsonlfvourit

"My God, I think I just came. You're a virgin, aren't you? I bet you're a virgin. Want daddy to pop that

cherry of yours angel face?'

I felt like vomiting.

I waited two weeks for the reply I'd scarcely allowed myself to hope for.

'May-December Romance' - a relationship in which the age difference between the two adults is

wide enough to risk social disapproval.

Chapter Two

Thiswsodd

He had no profile. And I don't mean that in the 'he hasn't even bothered to fill it in' sense. There was

justnothingThrwsnolinktofiltrbcktohispgHdidnt have a page. He didn't have a

screen name. Lord, I couldn't even see a return email address. It was just blank. Not even a 'user

unknownjustnothing

I was very nearly for just ignoring it, but the title of his email caught my eye.

' A rarity, if ever I saw one. '

Frowning, and more than a little intrigued, I opened it.

And holy crap on a cracker! There were more than fifty typed words staring back at me. In fact, it

looked as though he'd written an entire scripture when you compared it against everything else I had

received. Scanning the passages briefly, I couldn't pick out any 'daddy's little girl' comments, or a

comtkridonmyorvnYOUREFREKINHOT!

It had been a tiresome two weeks.

WsIfinllybouttoctchbrk?Wsitpossiblthtsomwhroutthrlurkingwsmn

actually worthy of a conversation? A man who could write a sentence without including words that

related to genitalia? I'll be the first to admit, that after my short and somewhat limited experience on

this site, I was doubtful.

(*)

To: May to December

Sent : 16 August

Time : 10:17

Dear Isabella.

You may very well have just reaffirmed my faith in the female race. Not a single sentence written

about 'wants', or 'demands', or even 'expectations'. What a breath of fresh air, if I may coin a phrase.

Are you real? I shall be most disappointed if I find out that I have responded to some pre-teen

computer nerd who is making use of his parent's empty basement.

Ithinkyoursis,bywayofanhonestadmission,thefirstgenuineprofileIhaveeverhadthepleasure

to read. And I have no doubt in my mind that I am, in all likelihood; fighting my way through many,

many emails currently sat in your inbox.

Perhaps I should offer up a little bit about myself, seeing as I have you at the disadvantage so far?

My name is Edward, I am thirty-nine years old, and I amwaryofnotingwhereIstayjustyetIwould

much rather hear your preference of institutions before revealing which of the two cities I live in.

What would you rather, Isabella, the Big Apple or the Windy City? Please don't feel apprehensive

about answeringeitherway,Imay,afterall,justbetemptedtomakeasuddenmove

The mention of your love for classic literature has piqued my interest; can I dare to presume that you

are hoping to study in this field? Or are you about to surprise me (again) by informing me that you've

applied to do Zoology?

I must admit, I have a rather extensive collection of books, though I hardly find the time to read any of

them. It seems to be that way with most of my hobbies recently, there just never appears to be

enough hours in the day. I tend to keep exceptionally busy with work, and unfortunately, it's taking a

toll on my out of hour's time. But when the world isn't flogging me like a workhorse, I enjoy travelling,

sailing and have a passion for photography.

Youdontseemthetypetobeallthatimpressedwithtalkofmaterialism,soperhapsamore

academic approach would suit? I attended two Ivy League Colleges, the first of which I gained my

degree in environmental studies, and the second, I worked towards a masters in architecture. I began

an internship not long after the completion of my final degree at a small firm and quickly made my

way 'up the ranks'. I now find myself in a very comfortable position at this point in my life, so it's safe

to say the hard work has definitely paid off. Though, I would appreciate a few more holidays.

I can certainly sympathise with your position, Isabella, given that I fought extremely hard to be

granted scholarships many years ago, to further my own education. That is not meant to sound

patronising, but understanding. It is never easy wading through the unending U-turns that life throws

at you, and sadly, it doesn't get any easier the older you get.

IwouldlikeverymuchtohearfromyouConsiderthisoneoldermancurious.

Yours,

Edward.

P.S. It seems only fair that you should have a picture to match the words.

(*)

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