Yeah, when she first started, she was a department manager at HSC who just did this to help pay off her student loans; later, that stuff disappeared from her ad. Also, she had some reviews which warned of her flaky manner but was complimentary of her tits which was a lock for me. She worked out of an address on west Portage Ave. I made a date with her, sent her a fake photo and met her one day. We arranged for the $100 topless finish with touching (after many, many emails). I got there, stripped and lay face-down on her bed in accordance with her specific instructions. She also said that if she felt uncomfortable, she would ask me to leave. Okay, okay, things started with light touching on back and legs – not a massage. Silly me started to converse with her, trying to make sense out of her blather. I mentioned that I was happy to help her with her student loans and suddenly things got very quiet. She asked me how I knew of that and I told her it was in her ad but she denied this and said she was scared that I knew that. Then she said the session what over and for me to get dressed and leave. I protested but by then she was out of the room. So I got dressed and, standing at the door, tried to apologise and explain things to her but her response was something like, “Get out or I will scream”. Understandably, I left thinking that she might have a cattle-prod handy. I didn’t write up a review of this nutbar as I had concerns of retribution since she had my email. I feel safer now, I think and she's moved twice since then, always further away. I would avoid her but YMMV. Someone called her "batshit crazy" and it fits. Always think with the big head if you can, ha, ha. M.
