I have attached a questionnaire that will help me decided on just the right candidate for this position. I wish to remind you that although the position is listed as an escort, there is absolutelyno expectation of sex or sexual acts. This is strictly a business deal. I need a companion who is smart, beautiful, preferably funny, and comfortable in her own skin. Please print thequestionnaire, fill it out, and fax it to the number listed below. I look forward to your reply and possibly meeting you, as well. James Madison
Kayla wrote down the fax number he provided and printed the questionnaire. He seemedlike an upstanding guy, but Kayla knew that online interactions could be deceiving. She decidedthen and there that if she went to meet him, she would bring along some muscle, just in case.Star grabbed the pages off the printer. “Wow, he wants to know quite a bit about you,” Shesaid, handing several papers to Kayla.Kayla looked it over and nearly laughed. Height, weight, birthplace… At least he didn’t ask for her address. She chuckled and grabbed a pen to start filling out his questionnaire. It took her nearly an hour, but once she finished, she used Star’s fax machine to send the pages over. Withinten minutes, there was a reply fax with a scribble on the first page.
Check your email. –JM
The other pages were a similar questionnaire and his answers to them. Kayla began to readthrough his answers and found she was pleasantly surprised. James Madison was born in Boston,Massachusetts in nineteen-eighty. So that made him thirty-two, Kayla thought. He was 6’4” andweighed two hundred pounds. He owned a law firm in Springfield, Mass and the business didquite well. He didn’t have any partners in his firm, but he had four lawyers working for him. Hewas outdoorsy but well-read, which surprised Kayla. Most men were one or the other, not both.She was intrigued, at the least, but still wary.After reviewing his questionnaire, which contained few details about his childhood and plenty of details about his business, Kayla remembered to check her email. She opened two other emails before clicking on James’ email. She noticed the attachment and downloaded it. As it popped open, she could only stare in shock at the man in the photo.“Holy cow!” Star exclaimed from where she stood behind Kayla. “He’s gorgeous!”Kayla refused to voice her opinion of him aloud. She knew she was in trouble; he wasstunning. But more than that, he was almost regal. His eyes were the most insane and intenseshade of green Kayla had ever seen. He wasn’t even smiling in the photo; his perfect lips weredrawn into a furiously serious thin line. Kayla could tell he didn’t like having his picture taken.She smiled at that realization. His jawline was strong and his nose was fit perfectly to his face:not too large, not too small. She knew she was staring at the screen for too long; she wasabsolutely enamored of him. His good looks were intense, but she recognized a kind of sadnessin those deep green eyes – she’d felt that kind of sadness in her life. She was drawn to him, eventhrough a photo. She definitely wanted to meet him.