Charity

Morning dawns, regular routine followed to the letter before either of us get more than four words out of the guard. It's not like I didn't try to apologize to him again. Oh well fuck him, he has a choice if he wants to be here, my block mate and I didn't.

"Hey you want to hear a story I call 'Charity ****'?"

Sure! After all last night opus didn't piss me off any! Going to grab our chairs then I begin

Was this some sort of karmic joke or a warp way to get me to donate more money?

It all began when I received an online invitation to a charity event called Basket Boys, a night of fun and a way to raise awareness to the issue of sex crimes against women. The main gist is eligible bachelors make a meal and hope some lonely woman bid on them and their meal with the money going to various causes. One of the best part was the link to the bachelors profiles complete with pictures. By the time I finished I've chosen three guys I wouldn't mind bidding on. The one who really got my juices flowing was a 26 yrs old buff guy whose profile claims was a sport star with the local hockey team

Now I know that I'm no great beauty but my 34c-28-36 figure still gets whistles and comments when I'm swimming at the local YMCA. Lots of them are rude to my thinking but I still feel flattered when I hear them. Checking on my finances I'm able to put two hundred dollars side so I RSVP to the invitation. For the next few days I become infatuated with my chosen target and don't care what I'll be eating if I win.

Friday night comes and the event is a great success if the attendance is anything to go by. A little after seven everything gets under way and my first foray is a spectacular failure when I refuse to bid higher than 50 dollars. Really I didn't care because my man was still to come. As time went on I noticed that the average price for the guys was around the hundred dollar mark so I was becoming very confident that I would have my man. Finally it's announced that the next bachelor was named Tony Roneno,the man of my infatuation. The bidding starts low and Ii wait until it stalls at 80 dollars before I begin bidding,why tip my hand early( A good rule for any auction).

"Eighty once!, Eighty twice!" The auctioneer is about to say sold when I holler out "Ninety dollars!". The woman who bid I just topped glares at me but doesn't see my bid. Then the moment I dreamed of all week."Sold for ninety Dollars to bidder 3428!" I jump for joy as Tony begins to check me out.

"Oh yes she'll be the perfect one!" a large smile on his face. Coming down I was about to become giddy when he spoke to me "Hello I'm Anthony Roneno, you can call me Tony!"

"Tony! I'm Angela Monston your date for the night!" God his eyes are baby blue and his biceps are almost bursting his shirt sleeves as he puts his arm around my shoulder. Leading me to a table towards the back of the room I felt like I was the luckiest woman around when he described our meal, pulled pork shoulder, collard greens and strawberry rhubarb pie for dessert. A southern boy at heart the only thing he asked was if I would take a nutritional supplement to cleanse my palate before we eat. Passing me a little white square pill and taking one for himself I swallow mine and we walk out to his car. Getting in I start to feel woozy,then everything is black.