Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with Virginia Roberts memoir The Billionaire's
Playboy Club. The next morning was goodbye for most of
the visitors, leaving just the usual behind. Soaking in the
sun and living it up in the lap of luxury
is how the next few weeks were spent before having
to get back to the dredges of the city. Sometimes
we'd have to go to Saint John's Island for Jeffrey
to do some work in the office, listening to him
on the phone, or coming down on some poor employee
for something stupid like not answering the phone correctly. If
I knew he was going to be a while, I
would excuse myself for a bit of shopping. Not that
the Caribbean had much to offer in the world of fashion,
but there was never an amount of bikinis one girl
could own, and I loved all the little knick knacks
I could find there. Flying back on a private jet
was the best part, because I could transport just about
anything I wanted back to my apartment, which was already
filled with an assortment from my shopping adventures and collections
of seashells from the Caribbean. The next big dinner party
on the island had another significant guest appearance, being the
one and only Bill Clinton. He's the only president in
the world to be dismissed from his role as a
world leader because he was caught with his trousers around
his ankles and had the stain to prove it publicly,
humiliating his wife and himself. He retired from his title,
but not from his lifestyle. This wasn't a big party
as such, only a few of us eating at the
dinner table. There was Jeffrey at the head of it,
as always. On the left side was Emmy, Golaine and I.
Sitting across the table from us was Bill with two
lovely girls who were visiting from New York. Bill's wife.
Hillary's absence from the night made it easy for his
apparent provocative, cheeky side to come out, teasing the girls
on either side of them with playful pokes and brassy comments.
There was no modesty between any of them. We all
finished our meals and scattered in our own different directions.
Jeffrey wanted his evening massage before bed, and Glaine and
Emmy went to their office to talk about something, leaving
our guests of honor to find company elsewhere. Strolling into
the darkness with two beautiful girls around either arm, Bill
seemed content or retire for the evening. He wanted to
have a hot bath before bed. Well. I began the
massage in the tub, starting with his feet in calves.
He wanted to end the night quickly. Never showing any restraint,
he sat up on the edge of the tub and
asked me to perform on a morley. I did my job,
but that's all our relationship was these days, a dreadful job.
Getting it over and done with as quick as possible
was my hope. But I couldn't let him pick up
on those vibes. To make him enticed, I had to
act like his little porn star, knowing exactly how he
wanted it. Only then would my duties be fulfilled and
I would be able to go back to the reality
of my complicated life. Before I could say good night,
Jeffrey had one more request. He wanted me to tuck
him under the blankets and fluff his pillows for him.
Then I had to reach under the covers and massage
his feet while watching him fall asleep. He even wanted
me to wait like twenty minutes or so after he
fell asleep before I could leave. It wasn't unusual for
him to ask it, but God, I hated it. Never
offering it, I would always wait for him to request it.
Once he was snoring gently, I weiped my hands clean
of the lotion and quietly close the doors to his room.
Make my way up the outdoor spiraling staircase. I felt
the breeze blow through my hair, and I looked up
to the heavens. The stars shone so bright out here
in the middle of nowhere, with no big city lights
to hinder their effect. I could get lost in time
staring into them. No matter how far gone I really felt,
there was always something about a simple caress from the wind,
or the reflection of the stars sweeping sky in the black,
glossy ocean that would always remind me of my fond
love of nature's blessings. Back in New York, there was
nothing left of nature to adorn. It was a dwelling
for those who no longer saw the use for trees
without cages, or blue skies without clouds of man made
fumes and gases. Unfortunately, if we weren't in the Caribbean,
we were there in New York, hardly going back to
Palm Beach, barely even seeing my family, my dog or
TJ these days at all. In my parents' heads, I
was all grown up and educated in the ways of
the world and wealth, not needing them any longer. They
would just wait for my call once in a while
to let them know how I was doing, and that
was the extent of our restricted relationship. The road my
life was let down never has kept me close to
home anyways, So to me it wasn't anything unordinary, but
still a sad existence to be without a family on
my own. It would have been nice to have been missed,
though rarely letting myself think like that. No room for
pity in my heart. If I did, the floodgates could open,
and I'd have enough in one lifetime to go around
a few times that they would have never been closed.
Jeffrey's business was running well, from the looks of his
attentiveness to the office he owned in the Upper East
Side of Manhattan. Alan Dershowitz's colleague in finances and personal solicitor,
a bird of the same feather I had seen hanging
around the island and Jeffrey's Manhattan mansion. More and more
these days, Alan had a taste for the young and beautiful,
was a bias for a blooming business relationship between him
and Jeffrey. After an explicit session of Jeffrey's vulgar pilgrimage
into my body, we were interrupted by a knock at
the door by Jeffrey's good friend Allan. I wrapped myself
up in Jeffrey's pink bed sheets, which is the color
of preference he chose to sleep in because it reminded
him of the same color of his own words pussy,
and covered my face from the unexpected intrusion. Jeffrey got
up and wrapped a towel around his loins and answered
the door completely calm, opening the bedroom door and letting
Alan in. They began to converse about business immediately right
in front of me. Jeffrey started to tell Alan what
needed to be done while he jostled some notes down. Quickly,
I peecked my head from underneath the covers, thinking they
were too wrapped up in their work to notice me
get up and get dressed, and Jeffrey turned back to
me and told me to stay there. This would only
take a second. Going back to Alan, he turned his
focus back into work and hustled out a few more
orders before letting Alan out the door and returning his
attention to me. Sorry about that. Work never stops, and
neither will the money coming in. How else am I
going to make a million dollars while I'm sleeping? Jeffrey
chuckled as he sat back down on the bed next
to me. I laughed at his humor and mostly true statement.
Then a strand of my hair fell in front of
my face. Before I could get it, he put it
back behind my ear and sweetly stroked my face. For
a moment, we just looked into each other's eyes, and
he nearly seemed almost human to me. It was bizarre
how he can could be so kind and gentle one moment,
the second beforehand, I was being treated like no more
than a common plaything left out for display, nothing more
than an ego trip. Jeffrey got off on letting the
ones he wanted to know that he could own anything
and anyone he wanted in this world. I believe the
sincerity behind his eyes but that vision would quickly fade
away and I would be left second guessing why even
fell for this deceitful tricks. For a moment, Jeffrey got
up from the bed and asked me to join them
for a shower in his bedroom, which was the entire
top floor. He had a glass shower enclosed underneath a
glass skylight right in the middle of the room. It
was a perfectly accessible feature for a man that loved
both being clean and nude, but still an odd feature
at that As I always did whenever I showered with him,
I lathered aloofa with soap SuDS and would scrub his
body up and down in between his toes, even behind
his ears and of course his genitals area. The sunlight
shone through the glass ceilings into where we were standing,
making the moment feel more surreal. On top of the
already popped his annex I had popped before the breakfast
earlier that morning. Jeffrey was in such a lighthearted mood
that day, making funny cracks at me and acting like
a flirt. When I was finished washing them, he actually
wanted to wash me too, which was another totally out
of his character's suggestion for the rest of the day.
He took me everywhere with him, the office and then
to a friend's place, even just wanting to hang out
with me for a while. I wasn't used to being
treated like anything more than a dog on a leash,
and when he acted like this, it just completely spun
me around, confusing me even more. We were spending heaps
of time together these days, a lot more than usual
at the ranch. We would do things together alone, and
not just the usual perverted things I was accustomed to
doing with him alone. Horseback riding on the ranch during
weekends away by ourselves, and movie nights snuggling up on
the butt over a bucket of popcorn instead of having
to massage his feet during the entire film became ways
to alter my perception of my original notion that I
wasn't his sex slave. I thought I was finally becoming
his friend. When we went quad biking, he no longer
wanted me to take my own bike. He preferred me
to sit on the back of his holding onto him tightly,
and even tried to teach me how to drive a
manual stick shift car. He was definitely trying to show
a softer side of himself. Different to the stone cold
slave driver I had come to respect out of fear
over the many years. Still a hard image to change
after all that I had been through and seen over
the years I had been with him. Nonetheless, he was
still my boss, so I humored his attempts and matched
his carrying demeanor, giving him the impression I was intrigued
in our new kind of affair. His attentiveness led into
the warmer months that commenced the beginning of a long
summer day that I looked forward to. I couldn't help
but enjoy his eagerness to see me more relaxed these days.
He wasn't even bothering me to find alternate sources of
girls for his twisted satisfaction anymore. And although I was
still being used for his distorted sexual enjoyment, he further
seduced me into believing I meant a lot more to
him than I ever did. It all came to a
sudden conclusion one sunny afternoon in the Caribbean. Jeffrey pulled
up to the ladder's first step and climbed up the
next four steps to the top of the dock. His
chest was heaving rapidly as he sat down, catching his breath.
Golayne was the next one up, and then I followed
lastly behind them. To me, it was invigorating snorkel around
the shallow reefs within the radius of the dock, but
the Jeffrey that half an hour swim in the ocean
was enough to over exert his aging limbs. I took
off my snorkel gear and placed it in the storage bench,
grabbing us a few towels at the same time, wrapping
a towel around Jeffrey's backside and handing one to Golaane.
I sat down next to them on the dock and
we laughed how fit tigu. Jeffrey was poking fun that
he really is getting older, a very touchy subject for
the Vane at heart, but he didn't seem to mind it,
probably knowing we'd never take the joke too far. We
sat there in silence for a moment, and odd silence.
At that Jeffrey looked at Glaine, and then Glayne looked
at me, placing me once again in the spotlight. They
both scooted closer to where I was sitting, and I
felt something stirring in the air. The biggest turning point
of events and all of my time spent with them.
All Right, folks, we're gonna wrap up right here, and
in the next episode we're gonna pick up where we
left off. All of the information that goes with this
episode can be found in the description box. What's up, everyone,
and welcome to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In
this episode, we're gonna get right back to the memoir
by Virginia Roberts The Billionaires Playboy Club. Jeffrey sat next
to me and put his hand on my back and
looked at me with a certain kind of sincerity I
hadn't seen in him before. I want to first tell
you that over the last few years, you have shown
me the kind of devotion and loyalty that I believe
is rare to find among people these days, qualities I
hold in high regard. Bewildered by the whole scenario, I
just nodded every time he paused, trying to grasp what
his intentions were getting at. He continued to praise my nature, saying,
I hope you know my appreciation for you embracing of
my lifestyle. You have been achieving an aime for yourself.
Among the friends I have introduced you to everybody says
basically the same things about you, the same thing. I
believe you are a delightfully funny girl who has developed
into a mature, graceful young woman. And I could think
of nobody else I'd rather have a child with than you.
And just like that, he created a whole new dilemma
for me to face. In utter shock from the completely
unexpected proposition, And before I could even think of anything
to respond with, Golainne made the finishing touches with the
business end of the deal, starting with the prose before
the cons you would have around on the clock nannies
to help you. Jeffrey would pay for a mansion of
your choice in either Upon Beach or New York, and
as if the drum rolls were beckoning, you would have
a hefty monthy allowance from Jeffrey's bank account. Astonished at
their first offers, I nearly took the bait. Then she
continued to finish the terms of our pre arrangement with
but you would have to travel with the child where
and when Jeffrey wanted you to be, and most importantly,
you would have to sign a contract stating that Jeffrey
and you are not monogamous, and that the child will
belong in Jeffrey's custody in the event of a falling
out between the two of you. She kind of threw
that last one out in there quickly, as if she
could get away with me, not hearing that I would
basically have to relinquish the rights to my own flesh
and blood and surrender them to a life of servitude
and abuse with these people. My maternal alarm bells went
off straight away, and I already knew my answer. No
way I could do that to any poor baby. God
only knew what these monsters had in store for me,
let alone a baby. But it was an instant reaction
that saved me. I don't know, guys. I mean, I'm
really young and never really even thought about having kids yet. Wow,
I just don't know. I slicked my hand through my
hair nervously and took in a silent breath. I had
to go beyond what I was truly feeling and give
them a feeling that I'd never let them down, putting
an eager smile on my face and sucking up my
guts intuition, I told them, you know what, let me
get my certificates, a massage and have some time to
prepare for this and get healthy. Then next year and
we'll all think about having a baby together. It was
crazy to even hear me say out loud, but from
the expressions on their faces, I had fulfilled their wishes
much reason to celebrate. That night, they were both in
a cheery mood around the dinner table, except for me,
who had taken double the dosage of xanext even cope
with the high amount of anxiety I had been suffering
from since we got back from the dock. I wasn't
sipping the champagne that night, I was gulping it. When
they're moods turned from cheerio to ranchi later that evening,
it wasn't hard for me to comply. From the full
effects of the state I was in, I would have
agreed to just about anything, allowing them to treat themselves
to ravishing the tender parts of my body. Over the
next few weeks, everything went on as it normally would,
and not another mention of their proposal. My birthday was
only a week away and I was turning nineteen that year.
All I wanted was to get my certificates before I
got any older and get trapped into this life for good.
When the big day rolled around, I was in New
York with Jeffrey and Galaine, sitting on my bed listening
to MTV's channel Blair in the background of my room.
I was penning my toenails when I was suddenly buzzed
on the intercom. It was Jeffrey calling himself to ask
to meet me in his office in ten minutes. Perfect
timing to let my nails dry, I thought to myself,
already contemplating his desire to come downstairs. I knew it
had something to do with my birthday present, but I
was more expecting the usual shopping money or a piece
of jewelry. Definitely not what he had and sore for me.
I knocked on the slightly jar door to Jeffrey's office
and heard him beckon me inside. Hello, what's up to?
I asked in a cutee tone of voice. Walking over
to his desk. He looked up at me, taking his
reading glasses off while granting me a big smile. Come
over here and sit down with me. As he ushered
me to come sit on his lap, pulling me on
to him, he had a funny look on his face,
like he had something really big to tell me and
was letting the anticipation build in the thickness of the silence. What.
I laughed at the way he was looking at me now,
First of all, happy birthday. Today was only the beginning
of his announcement, and he proceeded to tell me how
much you have wanted this for so long, and you
are more than deserving of it. You're going away to
Thailand to learn authentic time massage, and within eight weeks
you'll receive a certificate for being qualified tie massage therapist.
Astonished at his attempts to see me get what I wanted,
not exactly the type of massage I was interested in,
but it was a start and a first certificate for
me to acquire. My eyes lit up and I threw
my arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on
his lips, which I rarely ever did. Wow, I don't
know what to say. This is beyond my wildest dreams.
Thank you so much. I did well to let him
know that I appreciated his grandiose offerer. He went on
to give me the details of where I'd be staying,
the school schedules, and how much he loved TI Massage.
Apparently it was the next big thing to hit the
shores of America. He had planned out an entire itinerary
for me. I was to depart at the end of August,
and he had already enrolled me in a class at
ITM Massage School. I would only have a few days
to settle in before I would be attending classes five
days a week, over eight hours a day. He even
had an assignment for me to do while I was
over there. I was to meet up with a girl
who was also being put up at the Princess Hotel
where I was staying. She had an Asian sounding name,
so I just assumed that she was a local girl
hoping for an opportunity unity of a lifetime if she
only knew what she would be getting herself into. If
I decided that she met Jeffrey's particular quota of approval,
then she would be sent over to the US to
meet with him or one of his esteemed colleagues. Besides
the guilt of having to decide a stranger's uncertain fate,
everything else sounded more than wonderful. Eight weeks gone from
Jeffrey sounded like a lifetime away. And I couldn't be
more excited at this chance. It was the opportunity of
my lifetime and I wasn't going to waste a second
of it. Colne came in a few minutes later, and
the look on her face told me she already knew.
I got up from Jeffrey's lab and gave her a
big hug and told her, this is so nice of
you guys, Thank you so much. She didn't share my
enthusiasm of excitement. In a dul tone, she responded, I
didn't have a thing to do with it. It was
all Jeffrey's idea, but good luck. Anyways. She gave me
her best impression of being a human for a brief
second and hugged me back. It was just her way,
and I had come to accept it. Depending on the
level of slander her insults provoked, was just her way
of telling you she cares without ever really showing it.
Now that probably doesn't make sense to most people, but
after all of the time spent with them, I had
gone to understand a few of their quirky ways. Even
if I didn't agree with them, they knew I would.
For the sake of opinion, What did it matter? Anyways,
what I thought I had been degraded in every other
physical way. What's the difference from taking their mental abuse too?
Not the exact choice of employers I would have chosen
over again if given the opportunity, But here I was
doing my very best to excel at their demands. I
was sent home for a little over a week to
pack for the long trip and make my rounds visiting
my family before I left overseas on my first trip
all by myself. It was great to see my family
after such a long time away. My older brother and
his wife even came down for a visit for the
well wishing of my departure. Everyone of my family seems
stoked at the prospects of my long journey and had
led me down here. I was setting around the world
in my teens and getting paid to study the course
of my dreams at a cost that I only knew
I would have to pay. It was a wonderful get
together with all of them around, A great way to
remember them. If I had only known it would be
the last time I'd see them, I would have emphasized
my brothers how much I really love them both and
how much I would miss them. In the decade to come.
But I didn't know what my future might hold for me.
I had nothing planned out. I was just hoping for
the right opportunities. I also had a few good friends
to catch up with before I went. Every night was
another party, and by the end of the week I
had drunken enough to drown an irishman. On Saint Patti's Day,
I was given the list to all my friend's email
address and told to keep in touch. Yeah. Right, I
thought I was going to be too busy, too much
fun to be thinking about sitting on a computer emailing people.
But I told them I would anyway, save myself of
the point of having to explain that in many different
ways to a group of already tipsy, slurring teenagers. Out
of everyone who was really happy for me, TJ wasn't.
He hated the idea of me leaving him to have
a NonStop party in Thailand without him. He was just
starting to seem like he was coming around and becoming good,
and I didn't like having to leave him at such
a vulnerable state. But in my young years, I had
already realized I needed to do some things for myself,
and this was one of them. There was still a
huge amount of broken trust between us, trust that could
probably never be rendered again. So I thought I was
being decent enough letting him stay at my apartment while
I was gone, but he was not to drive my
truck at all. I paid too much money on insurance
for that thing, and knowing his driving record, I didn't
want the risk of something happening while I was gone
for so long. He didn't agree with me at all,
throwing a grown up tantrum all over my apartment, hitting
the walls and doors, shouting the entire complex down. There
was no I could say or do at this point,
so I just put my dog on the lead and
took her for a walk to calm down the situation
and give me some time to be alone. Mary Jane
was the only one I hated leaving behind. When we
got back from the long walk, she barricaded my suitcase
while I was packing the hand this amount of clothing
that I always did. I was promising her I wouldn't
be long and told her how much I loved her,
giving her a big hug. I choked back on the
tears that were swelling up in my eyes. It was
like she already knew the night before I left to
flew to New York that this would be my final trip.
There was a commercial flight book for me in the morning,
and I needed the rest that night to fully recover
from my binge of celebration drinking. TJ crept into bed
later that night and tried to redeem his behavior with
sweet nothing's and dry humping my backside. It did nothing
for me sexually. I didn't feel like that for him
any longer, and the sooner he realized that, the better
off he'd be. I told him I wasn't up for it,
and he picked up a pillow and slammed the door
behind him. It didn't matter, I told myself. The next day,
I was off and I wouldn't have to deal with
him anymore. TJ caught a cab with me to Mia
the airport in Miami. He walked with me to the
furthest point he was allowed to and the security gates,
and we stood in line together. It was almost heartbreaking
seeing him cry. I told him I try to call
him every day, attempting to give him optimistic ways to
look at this time away from each other. In the end,
he had me crying and I had to give in
to the remaining feelings I had for him. One last
kiss under the X ray bridge, and he vanished out
of my sight as I furthered down the terminal's long haul.
All right, we're going to wrap up right here, and
in the next episode dealing with the topic, we're going
to pick up where we left off. All of the
information that goes with this episode can be found in
the description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome to another
episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're getting
right back too the Virginia Roberts memoir The Billionaires Playboy Club.
It was only a short flight to New York, and
I couldn't wait until next week when I'd be jetting
off to an exotic destination all by my lonesome. It
was all I could think about, or talk about and
dream about, finally my break. Glaine did what she did
best that week and prepped me for everything I could
imagine under the sun, does and domets, emergency numbers and
Western Union locations were among some things on the list
that she gave me. Like I said, she showed her
caring side in other ways. There was also the name
of the girl I was supposed to be meeting, the
room she was in, and what date she would be
staying here. When I got out of Glaine's office, I
was instructed to meet Jeffrey in his office. She had
to stay back for some paperwork that she had to
catch up on. Promto making my way up the red
and gold trim carpeted staircase, I prepared myself for some
major sucking up before I left. He would be expecting
it for his recent generosity, or so I had thought.
Opening those familiar heavy doors, the first thing I saw
aw was an unfamiliar face standing over Jeffrey's shoulder. She
was a tall girl with blonde hair twisted up in
a professional looking knot. Her big smile was flashing at
him with hints of her cheekiness to come, and she
was dressed to kill, with a short, tight gray skirt
and a matching suit jacket over the white button down blouse,
revealing her voluptuous ample cleavage. She looked like the old
college professor's wet dream. Once she introduced herself to me,
a thick check accent presented itself. Her name was Nadiya Marsenkova,
and Jeffrey looked just about as smitten as a victim
of a love struck arrow from no one but the
Cubids themselves. Jeffrey further introduced her as a new assistant
and massuse while I would be away, barely taking his
eyes off her for one second. It was a bit
of a blow to take being so easily replaced, but
also a good part of me already knew this was
expected off someone like him. Good for him, I thought
to myself, Why should I have bitterness over someone I
never had had intimate feelings for and knew had never
really cared for me in the first place. Kissing her
on the cheek and telling her my name, I was
doing my best to Grin and Barrett. We hugged for
a brief show of uniformity, but it was just that,
a show for Jeffrey to see when he was away
for the moment, or she wasn't busy hanging off his
every word. The way we all started out, she would
stump me off, only to head off in another direction.
A real bitch if anyone was to ask me, but
no one would anyways, it wasn't my job to like her.
Over the next course of days, it was my task
to show her some of my techniques and massaging Jeffrey
and the erotic side of finishing it off. Nadia despised
me even more when Jeffrey told her to follow my
lead during the massages as she tried to take over
and do her own thing a few times. To me,
it was quite funny her competitive side. I had nothing
more to prove, so watching her put on an act
of seduction and scream out of her body function during
affect orgasm was nothing but entertaining in my eyes. After
a few sessions together, it was my time to be
off on another adventure, far far away from here or
from the chains that I wore for way too long.
Jeffrey had someone else to fit the chains that kept
me so close to him. Even though she wasn't the
nicest of girls, I still couldn't help but feel sorry
for her. No girl should belong to someone out of servitude,
But unfortunately it was the way our civilization has been
for many centuries before us, and I don't see it
changing anytime soon, or as long as perverts like Jeffrey
are allowed to walk around freely and procure our daughters
off the streets. Because he's got a lot of money
to pay many many many people off throughout your confetti,
because here I come, Chang Mai. My celebration started the
second I landed. It didn't take long to make myself
acquainted with a few fellow travelers and find the hotspots.
In the hustling city. It was like nowhere I had
ever been before. The streets were aligned with stalls offering
an assortment of souvenirs, clothing, and knick knacks. Everyone lived
so freely and was in such great spirits. The party
raged on until the wee hours of the morning, and
people became best friends overnight. From the second I got there,
I knew Thailand was going to be a lot of fun,
and I was right Popping bottles of champagne, dancing all
night to the beat of every club's rhythm along my way,
and carrying on like it was my birthday. Every night
was a repetition I could definitely get used to. During
the day, I was a real good girl, the teacher's pet,
even showing the credibility of my experience in massage from
over the last few years and already ahead of the class.
The teacher was using me to help instruct the others
with demonstrations, mostly in a class full of males. It
wasn't a surprise that I made friends with the quite
a few of them, some of them with ulterior motives,
but for the most part, the sleeves bags were none
of my concern. I had already dealt with a lifetime
of them to be able to spot one out and
scure clear of his approaches. Out of the entire class,
I had made friends with the only one girl from Wisconsin.
She was a plain looking girl with big brown puppy
dog eyes and a long drawn out accent. Her first
time leaving the States, or Wisconsin itself for that matter,
so it was easy to acknowledge that she was a
little taken aback by all of the bustling city life.
So becoming her friend felt like I was doing a
good deed showing her around the hotspots of Chang May nightlife. Eventually,
I even invited her to stay at my hotel. She
was running out of money to party every night, then
pay for school on top of her accommodation. It was
all becoming too much out of her small budget, so
I thought about it and offered her a bed in
my room. I had two of them anyway. Plus, she
was a really nice girl, and if I could help
make her first time out of the country an unforgettable experience,
then I was also gaining something from it as well.
The first month quickly passed me by having such an
incredible time on my own and putting my heart into
learning time massage. It seemed to just fly past uteenly.
I had to call in and check in with Jeffrey
and Galane, letting him know my whereabouts and progression in class.
Counting down the time left until my course finished, Jeffrey
was anticipating my departure back to New York. I can't
wait to get my first time massage from you. I've
got you booked to come straight back to New York
for my first one as soon as your course finishes
next month. His eagerness put a twisted, familiar nod in
my stomach, reminding me of the dream I have to
awake from soon and the reality of a certain homecoming
I would be arriving too. It's such a great course.
Thank you so much for sending me here to learn this.
You're going to love my new area of expertise. I'm
having such an amazing time over here. I had to
let him know how much I appreciated what he had
done for me, and he loved the head swell that
it would make him feel as well. Hitting the thought
of going back to him, I wasn't going to let
that put a damper on my spirits. While I was
still out here, it was my time to party harder
than ever before. Every night was a new adventure for me.
Chang May was in maze of places to get lost in,
and the vibrant city was my playground. The way I
saw it, this was my last chance to get out
and break free, letting loose my inner girl. It felt
so good to take the lead of my own life.
It was an average evening getting ready in front of
the bathroom mirror on just an average Sunday, though unbeknownst
to us girls as we sat there chatting away carelessly,
this night was already written in the stars. For me.
It was a very long time ago now, when I
was still a young child, and I sat looking up
to those same stars from my bedroom window with my
hands pressed tightly together as I cried for God to
hear my prayers. All I asked him for was death.
My precious life was already such a hopeless battle that
I felt too small to fight alone for it. Begging
him to deliver me from this cruel world. I would
pray for all my pain and that it would go
away for good. My only clause in my prayers was
the possibility that there was somebody in this world that
I was meant to love, something much bigger than I
could have ever even imagined. This invocation was forgotten about
long ago until tonight. I wish I had known that
that night I sat crying beneath the stars, that it
would all be different one day, that I hadn't sold
myself short to the accustomed lifestyle I was brought up
to believing was acceptable. It was this night my very
soul was about to cosmically collide with the man that
I was always meant for, the man my heart already
belonged to and would know from the instant we met.
This night would be the first day to the beginning
of my new life to come. I blushed my cheeks
and put my miscaa on before me and my girlfriend
headed back out to hit the town. We were dressed
to kill and looking for something to do. When we
ran into a few of our classmates at one of
our favorite drinking spots. They were meeting up for some
drinks before a muy Thai kickboxing tournament. It sounded like
fun when they invited us along to watch it with him.
The massive crowd lined the street where the fight was
being held, and once I got inside the arena, it
was push and shove to try and find a spot
to watch from The friends that we were hanging out
with were meeting up with another group of guys that
were training for the kickboxing tournaments that we were watching.
Then it happened. It was the first moment that I
laid eyes on the man that I would love for
the rest of my life. I wasn't expecting the most
amazing time of my life to happen right here and then,
but it did, and I would never be the same again.
Destiny fell right smack into my lap and there was
no stopping it. It wasn't just his smoldering appeal that
was obvious at first sight. It was the entire package
of mannerism and chivalry that made him stand out of
the crowd, stepping right out of the pages of the
fairy tales I used to read. He was nothing like
I had ever come to known before. Watching him close
a distance, he was playfully shadow boxing one of the
guys from my massage class, and it was at that
moment that this had some stranger first caught me staring
at him from top to toe. This athletically built man
was intriguing to watch. I couldn't take my eyes off him,
like I was magnetically drawn to his power of attraction.
He further interested me when he wasn't acting like the
majority of harping dogs that would jump at the eyes
I was giving him now. Instead, he coyly played hard
to get, making me work for any conversation with him.
The fight started and the men were going berserk, screaming
at the fighters in the ring, offering either fight or
their support or discrimination, depending on whom they were batting for.
It was like watching a primitive scene out of the
days when the cavemen ruled the earth, but it was
as equally alluring to watch unfold the sweat, the blood,
and the absolute brunt fascination of it all. After the
fight and all of the men repped up from the fight,
I suggested that we head to the pizza joint in
front of the Princess hotel where I was staying for
a late night snack. I met at my goal to
make myself known to this appealing stranger in the Tuck Tuck.
On the way there, I made sure I sat next
to Robbie, scooting my knees closer and closer to him.
On the short ride. He continued his chase by moving
further away from me, a game of cat and mouse
that I loved. When he answered back the array of
my questions, he had the cutest, aussy accent that drove
me absolutely wild. Gradually we got to know each other
better over a pie of Pepperoni pizza and two cans
of coke. To me, he might as well have been
the only other person in the restaurant. He knew he
had my undivided attention, and I think he liked it.
There was no one like him that I had ever
met before, and I knew there was no other who
could make me feel the way I felt that the
first sight of him being charming and suave was all
an accidental front. It was easy to read him immediately.
It wasn't hard to see his sweet side holding the
door and pulling out my chair at the restaurant, I
was already smitten. After pizza, he walked me across the
street to my hotel, where we made plans to meet
up again. There was no kiss, good night or anything
like that. No, he was too polite for that. He
wanted to prove himself different and different. He was walking
through the hotel's revolving doors. I watched as he walked away,
and when he was finally out of sight, I sung
my way up to the room. Floating on cloud nine,
I was free falling into a deep pit of love.
All right, we're gonna wrap up right here, and in
the next episode, dealing with the topic, we're gonna pick
up where we left off. All of the information that
goes with this episode can be found in the description box.