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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

A Date with Jo

I went to the restaurant early, wanting to arrive there before she did. I had chosen the restaurant with care, ensuring that the ambience was appropriate for our first date. Dim lighting, subdued colours, pretty and well mannered waitresses.

We had met only in the virtual world, she contacted me after checking out my profile on a dating website. I had spent a lot of time on my profile, putting in much thought on what aspects of my personality I should highlight to get the most attention from other female members of that website.

A little bit about myself - Tall with a great body, if I may say so myself, Wavy hair, dark brown eyes. Women say I am handsome, I personally think that even though I don't have Tom Cruise-ish looks, I am still head and shoulders above the average joe on the street. My smile is a killer I am told by others. The secret of my success with the fairer sex? Simple - I have a great sense of humour and of course I am a great listener. What do I do for a living? I am a Travelling Sales Man who is currently in Cincinnati. My online name is Jacques T. Défonceuse and I specialize in Kitchen Equipment.

A little bit about her - The picture she had sent me was frustatingly unclear, but I could make out the basics - She was a brunette, with emerald green eyes, fair and was quite pretty even though I wouldn't call her drop dead gorgeous. Her name was Jocelyn, but in her first email she had asked me to call her Jo. Our emails had initially been quite hesitant, probing gently for information about each other. After a couple of months we had become comfortable enough to speak to each other on the phones. We had pretty intent discussions about all topics under the sun. She was 23 years old, a secretary at a Financial Firm. However, she was erudite, well read and currently between relationships which of course made her situation perfect for me to move in. Her break up had been pretty traumatic. She had gone out for six months with this guy who was one of her bosses. Pretty soon, she realized that all he was interested in was to make her spy on one of his colleagues. That put her off him to a large extent. The clincher was his turning up unnanounced at her doorstep at 11:00 PM, with a skimpily dressed blonde who could barely walk straight. He wanted a menage a trois right there and then. It was only with much difficulty that she managed to get rid of the two of them, eventually having to call the apartment security to evict them from the building.

Since then, she had to endure his caustic comments at work, which made her determined never to mix work with pleasure.

She said that I was like a breath of fresh air to her. According to her, I seemed gentle, kind, non-judgemental and supportive. Finally after three more months of tele-conversations, we finally decided to meet up. Which of course brings me back to the opening lines of this journal.

I took a seat at the table nearest the window, which would give me a chance to see her as she walked in, and asked the waiter for a whisky with a couple of ice cubes. After fifteen minutes, I saw her approaching the restaurant. As she walked in the door, she looked around a bit before she finally saw me and her face lit up. She was a vision to behold. around 5'8", curly hair, wearing a bright red evening dress which hugged her tight in the appropriate places.

" Jacques!" she said, "How are you?"

"I am fine. Its good to finally see you Jo."

"You look great!"

"Thanks", I said, " To be honest, you look a lot more scrumptious in person yourself"

She blushed slightly and smiled at my remark, then walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I inhaled her perfume which was quite heady.

Both of us sat down and ordered our meal. Ravioli with Cherry Tomatoes and Cheese as a starter; The Grilled Chicken Breasts with Asparagus, Fettucine and Maltaise Cream as main course was exquisite as was the Chianti which we took to accompany it. The conversation was scintillating, the sparks flying between us as time went by. Before we knew it, it was time for dessert. We had Strawberries Flambeed in Vodka with Hot Ice Cream. By the time we had finished, we were quite full and had to rest for another fifteen minutes before we could walk back. Not that we minded, we were lost in each other's company.

One thing lead to another and before we knew it, we were at the door of her apartment.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" She murmured to me glancing up at me.

"Of course", I said, smiling to myself. This was turning out to be easier than I expected.

As soon as she shut the door, I drew her towards me and crushed her to me, kissing her hard. After a minute she came up for breath, panting slightly.

"Jacques...please don't think that I am the kind of girl who is easy."

"Of course not Jo, I would not presume to judge you like that. Besides...doesn't this seem natural?"

"Yes it does...it's as if I've know you from a previous life".

I slowly undressed her, teasing and tantalising her by my slowness. I wet my finger and traced the outline of her jaw, then slowly nibbled on her earlobe. Taking her brassiere off, I circled her erect nipples with my finger before taking one of them in my mouth. I sucked it hard, and she responded with a sigh, arching her back towards me.

"Jacques", she whispered, "Take off your clothes, I want to feel you against me".

I obliged her, slowly peeling the shirt and trousers from my body, dropping them on the floor.

Her eyes feasted on me hungrily as if she was ready to devour me there and then. I took her in my arms and we had what can be described as wild maniacal sex.

After both of us were satiated, she fell back against the bed, exhausted.

"Jacques...you were marvellous. Believe it or not, I have never had such a wonderful experience before".

"Jo, this is nothing compared to what will come later on, this was just an appetiser."

She smiled at me, her eyes misting over with sleep.

After ten minutes, after I was sure that she was asleep, I got off the bed stealthily. I picked up my trousers and reached into the pocket, taking out something.

It was an expandible knife, one of the tools of my trade. Opening it, I extended it to its full length and stood over Jocelyn. I shook her shoulder gently and she stirred in her sleep. Shaking her more roughly, I managed to wake her up, her eyes clouded with confusion turning into horror when she saw me standing over her with that knife.

"J-J-J-a-acques, what is wrong?" She whimpered...they always do when my victims realize that they've made a major miscalculation.

I didn't bother to say anything as I plunged the knife into her belly and then went on to stab her in exactly twenty two more places on her body. Why twenty two? Just a superstition you can say, after all, she was my twenty second victim.

I then went to her bathroom and took a leisurely shower, cleaning myself. Dressing afterwards, I went out of the building. Since it was after midnight, the security guard was fast asleep.

As I walked out into the dark, I congratulated myself on checking up on Jocelyn's lack of experience of foreign cultures and languages. After all, I pose as a French man online and that adds to the initial charm. French men are supposed to be great lovers, which I am of course. My french is definitely better than what Jocelyn's was.

After all, the online name I used was Jacques T. Défonceuse: which can be roughly translated to Jack T. Ripper.