Story about your first hire.

[jeezifonly]

Talk about the

Wayback Machine…

I was on holiday in Paris. A business acquaintance had referred me to an address in Montmartre. A distinguished man opened the door, and I handed him the both the card of my friend, by way of introduction, along with my own. 
I was shown to a sitting room, comfortable, candle-lit and warm. The gentlemen brought me a whiskey, and asked me to be comfortable and wait for 3 minutes, and left, closing the door behind him. 
It can’t even have been that long before a 20-something man entered from another door that existed behind a bookcase. Tall, hirsute and a little thick, capped off with a Leyendecker face topped with a mop of brown curls. He came over to me, and before I could stand up to look him in the eye and shake his hand, he had shed his robe and pinned me with his lips and chest to the chair. A flurry of mad contact and teasing led to the adjacent bedroom. 
Everything I might have wanted to happen, did, and the fair business concluded with a passionate kiss, a warm hug and a laugh. I saw him only one more time before returning stateside.
It was imperative to sail from Europe the day after, as Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated. 
😏

 

[Tom C. Sinclair]

In retrospect, a poor experience. I didn’t realize it at the time. I flew him in from Vegas. He slept a lot of the time. He also never engaged in anything sexual. I have since learned a lot.