She sent me an instant message asking me if I liked to chat. I was on a dating site and I told her that chatting was fine, but I wanted a lot more than that. She asked me to turn on my cam and I said, “You show me first.” The moment that I saw her, I knew that there was something special about her, and it was not just her smoking hot body. She said, “My name is Precious and I am a princess and an orphan.” I told her to take her top off and she said that she doesn’t do that stuff like other girls do. I told her that I was not looking for a good girl, that I wanted one who was fun. I detected a slight accent in her voice, so I asked Precious where she was from.
Precious told me that she lives in Accra, Ghana on the gold coast of Africa. I told her that I was going to end our chat now, as I had no desire to be involved in a long distance relationship. She told me that it was my choice to do as I pleased, but she said that she would soon be rich. She told me that her father the tribal leader had left fifty million dollars in gold bars in a bank vault and that it would all belong to her after she turned twenty five and got a husband. Precious said that her twenty-fifth birthday was next week and she got on this dating site to find a husband. I know that when something sounds too good to be true, that it is probably some type of scam and I did not want to get suckered into another one of those, so I told her that I wished her good luck with her husband hunting and that was the last I heard of her.
Written for 10/13/18 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “precious”.