Missed Wicked Wednesday Connection

It was the current Wicked Wednesday prompt "#432 Missed Connections" that reminded me of this incident some 9 years ago. This Reminiscence is a rework of a post of that time.

I first met TM at a Melbourne brothel back in 2010. We hit it off immediately and soon had exchanged phone numbers. A couple of months later, she decided to leave that establishment, and asked if I would like to continue seeing her privately and exclusively.

We had planned a Wicked Wednesday lunch and afternoon of debauchery. But a massive storm blew up Tuesday night and the roof of TM's house sprung a leak. The owner and/or agent were to come to inspect the damage on the Wednesday afternoon, so our little Wicked Wednesday Connection was Missed, and our tête-à-tête was postponed to Thursday.  

So we had a Wicked Thursday, skipping lunch, launching straight into a fucking awesome couple of hours. 

 

We were recovering, reclining in the lounge, sipping hot chai lattes, she in nothing but a bath-robe, and me mostly dressed. Suddenly the dogs started barking outside - TM looked out the window and saw a couple of tradesmen coming to the door.  It appears that they had been sent to prepare a quotation for repairs.  TM was thus tied up showing the workmen the problem, so I surreptitiously finished dressing, quietly said my goodbye and excused myself.

It was the next day that I got a text message from TM saying that she couldn't find my "envelope" and that she thought we had a "business relationship". Oops! Red face!!!  I quickly arranged a wire transfer.

 

Our "relationship" only lasted a couple of more months before we had to say 'Goodbye'.