Mike met Jane through the personals on the net.Mike met Jane through the personals on the net. One of those rare success stories. Jane was an aspiring porn writer - from a woman's perspective - and was gaining notoriety and success. Fantasy written by women was becoming popular and she was riding the crest. Mike had read her stories published in A.S.S, and had been impressed and excited by them. He'd sit in the nude reading her stories, hard cock in hand. He resolved to meet her no matter what it took. He'd fly anywhere, do anything, to meet (and, hopefully, fuck) the porn writer of his dreams. He wrote the following fan letter to Jane: Dear Jane, I'm sure you get hundreds of letters from horny men with DSB (Deadly Sperm Backup), but please read this one note before you hit the delete key. Jane, your stories obsess me. They're the best I've read on the net. They're truly erotic without being formulaic; you have the gift of imagination. I sit here reading them and become delirious with desire - for you or the stories, I don't kow. All I know is I must talk to you, meet you. I don't care what you look like. Your erotic imagination is all I need. I'm 25, 6'2", 175 lbs., black hair, green eyes. Jane, I want to spend hours pleasuring you. Write to me. Naturally, Jane had received hundreds of letters from would be lovers and this was no different. The black hair and green eyes did catch her attention so she replied. To their mutual surprise and pleasure, they discovered that they both lived in Boston! The chances of that occurring were too small to be ignored; they decided it must be the hand of fate. They arranged to meet at Fridays in Boston's Back Bay on the corner of Newbury and Exeter. When you enter Fridays, you step down into a three-tiered basement setting, which gives the restaurant a bistro quality. The first tier of the restaurant is at street level and covered with a glass canopy. |