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Chapter 3: Enter Elaine
My alarm went off at 8:30. I looked over to see David Putty laying next to me, snoring, as usual. I wrote him a note and set it on my pillow. I didn't have the time to wake him. I was in a hurry this particular morning so I took a shower instead of a bath. Before jail, I didn't usually take baths, except with Jerry, but after jail, my baths became a sort of therapy for me. The water around me made me feel safe and secure, and at the same time, sensual and alive.
The sex toy shop has given me a chance to get in touch with my body. I have become more sensitive to even the littlest touch or sensation that I've been able to have 5 to even 9 orgasms per session. Putty is still himself but different. After I was released, we were like rabid animals. We ddn't leave the bedroom for almost three days. It was madness. It was then that I realized where I should be.
And that is how I wound up here, selling sex toys in San Fransisco. Sex toys are a very big industry, which brings in the big bucks. But I still feel an emptiness in my life. A void. It can't be filled by any object, vibrating or still. Battery-powered or ribbed. It was an emotional void. One that I couldn't find the source of. I am just lonely.
End of Chapter 3
Many people have been asking me why I haven't made this story very humorous. Ok, not many, but I just want you to think that people read my stories. Well, I wanted to see a more emotional side to the Seinfeld gang. I felt that that hadn't been shown in the series and I wanted to exlore that concept.
Chapter 3: Enter Elaine
My alarm went off at 8:30. I looked over to see David Putty laying next to me, snoring, as usual. I wrote him a note and set it on my pillow. I didn't have the time to wake him. I was in a hurry this particular morning so I took a shower instead of a bath. Before jail, I didn't usually take baths, except with Jerry, but after jail, my baths became a sort of therapy for me. The water around me made me feel safe and secure, and at the same time, sensual and alive.
The sex toy shop has given me a chance to get in touch with my body. I have become more sensitive to even the littlest touch or sensation that I've been able to have 5 to even 9 orgasms per session. Putty is still himself but different. After I was released, we were like rabid animals. We ddn't leave the bedroom for almost three days. It was madness. It was then that I realized where I should be.
And that is how I wound up here, selling sex toys in San Fransisco. Sex toys are a very big industry, which brings in the big bucks. But I still feel an emptiness in my life. A void. It can't be filled by any object, vibrating or still. Battery-powered or ribbed. It was an emotional void. One that I couldn't find the source of. I am just lonely.
End of Chapter 3
Many people have been asking me why I haven't made this story very humorous. Ok, not many, but I just want you to think that people read my stories. Well, I wanted to see a more emotional side to the Seinfeld gang. I felt that that hadn't been shown in the series and I wanted to exlore that concept.