Sundowner
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FR Creepy - I am so sorry this had to happen to you. If only I (and one or two other CM ppl) had followed our instincts perhaps you would have been spared this suffering. Like you I had been taken in by the facade of apparent intelligence (although unlike you I've been spared the disappointment of unrequited lust) and I had felt "she" was a welcome addition to CM's rainbow of regulars. But over time the suspicions began to grow; little hints that all was not as it appeared. I myself am pure of spirit and so was motivated purely by intellectual interest, not carnal desire. So whereas you tracked down her address, I engaged the services of FindaTel and acquired her phone number. I was somewhat surprised when I called to hear a gruff ill-bred voice and appalled by the vile coarse abuse which met my simple enquiry. But I accepted the explanation that she was out and I was talking to her "uncle". I suppose my suspicions began to harden after subsequent calls. "She" explained her strange voice by explaining she had an unfortunate throat infection which, "she" explained, had appeared after a rather intimate meeting with our own dear RF. (His recent posts bemoaning his illness lent credence to "her" story and of course gives us a salutory warning of the disadvantages of giving blowjobs). It seems she (may we take "she" as given?) had been struggling to find her true identity and had been trying to get in touch with her hetero side; alas the experiment didn't apparently work and the only result was a throat infection and the enduring certainty that she was indeed gay. I still felt, however, that all was not quite right. She explained her constant vile telephonic abuse whenever we briefly chatted as being a result of her unfortunate affliction with Tourette's Syndrome. Being perhaps naive, certainly rather virtuous and kindly (almost saintly) myself, I readily accepted this explanation and was filled with natural sympathy. I even accepted her story that she was a penniless orphan who had been abused throughout her time at the State Orphanage and was, temporarily, jobless; my sympathy extended to agreeing to her suggestion that I should forward a small sum which she could use as a down-payment for specialist medical treatment. Perhaps this was my first serious mistake. With hindsight it is easy to see how her tales of unfortunate medical complications requiring additional, more expensive, treatment were false and I should not have sent the money. I feel particularly stupid to have been taken in by her request for money to buy a dress. She explained that the new specialist (the previous one having been sent to cure an urgent case in Nigeria) was female and gay. It appeared that she was confident that if she could seduce this specialist she would be treated free but she needed to look her best for the seduction and a dress (a rather expensive dress I might say) was essential. You will appreciate creepy, having been deceived yourself by this wicked man, how I fell so easily for the deception. My offer to buy the dress and send it to her was rejected on the grounds of it being necessary to get the right size so that her seductive bits would be displayed in their most appealing form. Her comment "I wanna show the fucking bitch my tits and legs and give the bitch a smell of my fucking cunt so she's gagging for it" was typical of the gross language she commonly employed and, distasteful as it was, I could understand her motives and acquiesed to her request (only by arranging a personal loan I might add). Again with hindsight it is so very easy to see that her tale of opportunity with her previous specialist was actually false. It appeared that the patient he had treated was none other than the Nigerian Finance Minister who, being enormously grateful, had offered to send some £2.5 million of secret funds, to which he alone had access, to the specialist's UK bank; regrettably the specialist had for some reason closed his own account and, since VC had no money of her own, they wished to use my account to enable the transaction (together with payment of a not inconsiderable arrangement fee to set up the transfer). I see now of course why no money has yet appeared in my account. In view of this I am beginning to have my doubts about the imminent arrival of the Nigerian slavegirl, whose airfare, visa application costs, passport renewal costs and travelling comforts I have paid for. She had previously belonged to the Finance Minister and had apparently been extensively trained and I was able to buy her from him for a (quite significant) fee. I suppose I should have been more suspicious by this stage but - as you will know only so well creepy - this despicable man is so cleverly believable. Your plea in your post "This man needs help. He needs therapy and a social services case-worker." shows you to be a truly good person and so (as I confirmed in my CMail to you) I will of course send the monies you need to arrange the treatment and I do so hope you will succeed.
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