I met him after a work party that I ditched in order to go party at a strip club instead.
One of his friends mistook me for an escort and tried to worm his hand up my skirt. The slap to the face I gave him made him see otherwise.
My convict called me over to him to apologize for his friends behavior and make sure that I was ok. He and I spent the rest of the night together- drinking, dancing and getting to know one another.
He propositioned me and I accepted. He had the bad – boy look. I didn’t think twice.
After a marathon round of gymnastic Sex , I said goodbye and he swore up one side and down another that he’d call me.
I was pretty “whatever” about it. But to my immense surprise, he did!
Though he would only call me on Wednesdays. And he’d flat out text and call me on weekends, trying to arrange to see me again.
It wasn’t until sometime later, when I questioned the pattern and asked him if he was secretly married or something that he finally admitted to me the truth- he was on weekend release from jail and gets a phone call every Wednesday.
Soon after this, he got into some more trouble and his weekend release was discontinued.
I never heard from him again.
She-Wolf xx
The Secret Diary of a She-Wolf 