Day One hundred and eleven - Sara

This is a weird, wild story. Even to this day, it's one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me - if not ,indeed, the most wild and weird thing. Again, this all happens because I was - and remained always thus - mostly oblivious to when a girl showed an interest in me. It might sound very self-deprecating, but I never thought myself worthy of any kind of attention, and even when it was pointed out to me that, in fact, someone was keeping an eye on me, I rarely took it seriously - because, after all, why would anyone ever be interested me? And so Sara was one of those very same instances. I'd noticed her before in the store, she was a semi-regular there, but little did I know that one of the reasons she went there was to make herself noticed to me. The thought of this had never crossed my mind, I'd never dare presume that someone would go out of their way just to make notice them. And so it was that after a few times of her going there, and me not noticing her, she enlisted the help of the aforementioned 'John' - the same guy who introduced me to Ana - to get things going. And this is where things start getting weird...

Now, this 'John' guy, he was of that cyber-goth crew that was heavily into sexual fetishism, and these things were always sort of restricted to those in the know, it was - and understandably so - a very underground thing, maybe because some public figures were involved in the scene and they'd rather have that remain a secret. So one day he tells me that he's organizing a BDSM sort of thing, invitation only - and not only was I invited, I was told that should I put myself up for sale in the 'slave auction', I would be bought ny none other than Sara herself. And I can't even begin to tell you how strange this all seemed. Especially because Sara, god damn, she was one hell of a looker. She had style in spades, the quintessential hot goth girl, and a personality to match. I did not know it then, but Sara had a legion of followers that would kill to be in my place. A few days before the event tha 'John' was organizing, I had a visit from Sara at the store. Now knowing who she was and what she was up to, I made sure that she knew just that, and made sure she knew she now also had my attention as well. It was late one night, just about maybe a couple of hours before the store closed, and I was manning the listening point. She came up to me with some CDs she wanted to listen to, and I stood colly there, while I attended to her requests. As she left, and knowing how things were slated to pan out, I made a double entendre, to which she replied in kind. Weirdness was coming my way.