Monday, 24 December 2012

A prostitute called Goddess Portia

It was Christmas eve at around 630pm and I was sitting on my sofa surfing the internet, waiting to pick up my friend James friend who was going to spend Christmas with me. Just a few hours before I was on my date with Ellie and I was starting to have suspicions. The following thoughts were running through my head:

Suspicions:

1. When we were in Harrods Ellie had wads of cash. Thousands of pounds.

2. When were were talking about pen names she had told me about how she went by the name of Portia sometimes, but with no specific context.

3. I noticed sachets of lube in her handbag. Lots of these little sachets. Yet she was 22 not post menopausal.

4. She was going on and on about tantric massages.

5. The night before our date she had told me she was "at the house of a madam having a lesson" I thought she was joking but maybe she's serious?

I did a few searches for Portia Tantric Massage and there she was all over these sex sites. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was in shock. I just stared at the websites in disbelief.

Wads of cash in Harrods, when we were on our date.

The night before our date "I'm at the house of a madam"

This is what I discovered on the internet shortly after our first date.