Dark Secrets

Chapter 1

     How does a lonely guy with a boring desk job meet a girl? 

I was twenty six, I think I was at least mediumly attractive to the opposite sex, I mean they didn't turn and run in the opposite direction when they saw me coming. I had a good income, a nice car, and I worked out at the gym once a week so my body was reasonably well toned. So why didn't girls want to talk to me? Confidence, that's what I lacked, and good social skills. Every time I tried talking to a girl I became awkward and flustered. They would give me a forced smile, make some excuse and walk away, probably thinking 'what a geek!' My male friends had gorgeous girlfriends or wives, but I had trouble getting a girl to even talk to me.

So I resigned myself to the fact that I would go through the rest of my life alone. I would have got a dog to keep me company except my landlord didn't allow pets. Then one day everything changed, and it changed so quickly I could hardly believe it.

I was sitting on a bench in the small park near where I worked having lunch by myself as usual, watching the occasional pretty girl walk by. Hopefully they couldn't tell I was staring at them and think I was a perv, but I was wearing sunglasses so they couldn't see my eyes. Oh God, I think I was a perv!

I finished my lunch, stood up, went to brush an insect away from my face and knocked my sunglasses off. They flew through the air and landed under the adjacent bench seat. Luckily no one was sitting on it. I walked over, crouched down and reached under the bench. As I tried to grasp them I managed to knock the sunglasses so they slid even further under the bench. I then spent several seconds trying to slide my arm further under the bench. I had lost sight of them altogether. I must have looked like a complete idiot half lying on the ground with my arm under a seat.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

I looked to my left, and there a mere forty centimetres away from my face which was still at ground level was a pair of female feet in sandals. I examined the exquisitely painted toenails on the exquisitely shaped toes before raising my eyes slightly to take in her lovely bare ankles which were attached to a pair of magnificent slim legs which disappeared up beyond my vision. I didn't dare lift my head any further. This woman might not take kindly to some weirdo guy on the ground looking up her skirt.

I averted my gaze and struggled awkwardly to my feet. Standing in front of me holding my sunglasses was a goddess, well when I say goddess I mean for a sex starved, socially challenged-around-women male, she looked like a goddess to me. This girl was tall, as tall as me, she had long blonde hair, and a figure to make any model proud. She was wearing a white blouse and a dark blue skirt which finished just above her perfect knees. And most important of all she smiled a dazzling smile at me, not the sort of fake smile I usually got from girls, but a genuine looking smile.

"Y-yes," I managed to stammer. Way to go I thought. Here I go with my awkwardness around women again.

"Hold still," she said.

Hold still? I was riveted to the spot as she reached up and slid my sunglasses onto my face.

"There you go, they suit you."

"Th-thanks," I managed to stammer. Oh no, I was stammering again. I was such a geek.

"Now maybe you can help me," she said, "I'm trying to find Jones and Richards, the accountants. I've got a job interview there in twenty minutes, but I'm not sure which building they're in."

I couldn't believe it, the gods of coincidence were smiling on me that day.
This time I managed to muster a degree of composure as I answered her. "Oh that's in the same building I work in. I can walk you there if you like."