Image sent by a Nigerian swindler wanting to rent space from me. Her body is very similar to Linda’s.
Thursday, July 24, 2008:
Linda is sweet and caring. She has an amazingly sexual aura. She engages a man with her beautiful blue eyes, and can cause him to agree to anything. At the moment he is emotionally weak, without core, without foundation, without Hope,
for Adriana is gone.
Seneca: So you’d like to move in this weekend?
Linda: Yes.
Seneca: That sounds really nice.
Linda: I need to get my child registered for school right away, and you know that I’ll be using your address.
Seneca (Nervously): Yes
Linda: Mike, do you realize that this is a long term commitment, at least for the school year?
Seneca (silently): (Gulp)
Linda: Mike, do you realize my daughter will learn to love you as a father? You cannot just build up those emotions, then discard us.
He looks at the 5-year-old child. There is no one on this planet more adorable. He kind of would like to be her father, but so soon?
Linda’s husband of fifteen years is NOT the father of the little girl. The scumbag has penetrated the little girl multiple times with his fingers. Once her speech was strong and clear. Since the abuse, she talks softly and it is difficult to understand her. Seneca does like the idea of devoting himself to the little girl. She needs to be helped to recovery with child counselors, perhaps intensively. To him, there is no more important duty or honor in life. But so soon?
Seneca: Honey, we just met, and I’m so worried about the length of the commitment.
Linda: Mike, you were sent to me by God. God has answered my prayers.
Seneca: Honey, the world doesn’t work that way. God is not involved with this. You’re here because you need a place to live and because I am so lonely.
Linda: Mike, I really think we will learn to love one another. I already feel good about you. I know you feel the same about me.
She has an 11-year-old son living with her husband.
Linda: I sure hope my husband isn’t the father of my son. That’ll kill him!
Seneca: Honey, is your husband the father of your son?
Linda: I think so.
Seneca: Honey, what do you mean?
Linda: I’m almost sure.
He looks at her beautiful face and body, thinks of her sweetness and gentleness, and does what any other dysfunctional male would do.
Seneca: Okay, Honey, move in. The sooner the better!
But he’s really nervous, not only about the commitment, but her infidelity. He discusses it with several friends, male and female. They all tell him he’s nuts. She calls in the morning, and begins her usual non-stop complaining about her ex-husband and her life. Finally, he’s able to tell her it won’t work.
She continues with her non-stop harangue and she won’t shut up long enough so he can cut a deal with her involving less of a commitment in case they don’t get along. He never offers the deal, for she won’t shut-up!
He calls the next few days in order to give the offer. She won’t answer the phone.
Finally, she calls Sunday. He wants to give her an offer but, once again, she won’t shut-up. He gives up.
She never did hear the offer.
