Bye webcam girl

Webcam girl

He watched his favorite webcam girl playing with a sex toy - an ant eater - and although this was pretty interesting he was disappointed by the expression on her face, she looked  as if she wasn’t really having fun.

Was that possible? Was Mel - the camgirl - really not having fun? If so, maybe it was time to dump her, to look around for another camgirl. But that would be hard, he watched her on the web site’s pay-to-view webcam every night and felt that in a way they were friends by now, that they had a …relationship.
It’s now next day at the bed spring factory where he works lotsa noise dirt oily smells lotsa people consoling themselves it’s not much of a job but at least its a job lotsa people being optimistic soon be Friday get paid when you think about it the factory produces as much optimism as it does bed springs maybe it should diversify into optimism proud factory manager yep we produce oh let’s see around what xxx million hours of optimism here each year an’ every hour of it’s carefully built they put a lot of thought into it by our dedicated team of losers.
Bed spring maker Stacey making springs that will eventually bounce with passion would make good money producing optimism produces 44 hours of optimism a week plus overtime oh God please send me somebody to make my bed springs bounce with passion listens intently as he explains his predicament to her during their coffee break.
“You’ve found a girl?”
“There’s no need to sound so surprised.”
“Wow. Congratulations.”
“Anyway, that’s what I want to talk to you about.”
She sighed. “Ok, what’s the problem?”
“I suspect - in fact I’m pretty sure, that she isn’t having fun.”
“With you?”
“Well..” 
“What makes you think that?”
“Oh, little things..it’s hard to explain.”
“Ok, here’s my advice. Talk to her. Explain how you feel and ask her if you’re doing something wrong. Can you do that?”
“Mmm, it’s difficult.”
“It’s difficult to talk to her? For her to talk to you?”
“Well….”
“You know, if you ever want to talk about …things…somewhere else…” she said, the dots between the words representing her shyness.
He at her blankly. “Things? What kind of things? Somewhere else? Where else?”
“You know, maybe we could meet somewhere, and maybe you could tell me all about yourself and I could tell you a little about myself.”
“It’s called a date” she added helpfully.
“I know what a date is.”
On the way home from work he decided. He would let Stacey date him (!) and he would take her somewhere nice - a really good restaurant. Well, the best he could afford - Mel had left him pretty broke.
Meanwhile Stacey also on her way home from work making tentative girly plans for the possible date I know I’ll wear a white dress not the red one no way am I gonna wear red on our first date but what shoes do I wear with it oh God please let him be the one please let him (after our wedding) make my bed springs -
- And he would tell her all about Mel he decides
- He’s such a nice person not weird like some men watch those horrible videos she thinks
- And on the date romantic candle light just the two of us I’ll tell her Mel is a webcam girl and about the ant eater he decides.