To Believe Is To Love: Taking Chances

Prologue

An Introduction (of sorts)

You never know how lonely you can be when there is no one to talk to. I was lonely. I’ve been cruising the ‘net, trying to satisfy my loneliness with some hentai stories.

My husband and I had just separated, and the thought of dating right away frightened me. I didn’t want to jump into another relationship and bringing my baggage along wasn’t something I wanted to trouble anyone with. I still loved my husband, but our problems ran too deep and we knew there was no point in continuing this marriage. We were hurt of course, but we parted as friends. Add to the fact that we had children together, it was better this way.

Still, when the nights came, that’s when I realized how alone I was. My kids are great, but they are kids. Well, one was an adult now. My son had just turned twenty and though he is a big mama’s boy, he still had his own life going on. No time for mom anymore. My daughter just turned thirteen, and being a teenager, she also had her own thing going on too. My kids talk to me about everything, which is cool, but it would be nice to talk to another adult once in a while.

I’m not that old really. I had my son when I was sixteen, so I’m pretty hip, for a mom. Shoot, I even like cartoons. My son had gotten me involved in watching a show called Dragonball Z. Imagine that. When I first heard about this show, I was skeptical. Dragonball? WTF? I started watching the show with him, and I was really getting into it. Now, I do have friends, don’t get me wrong. But how do you tell another OLDER adult-Hey I watch Dragonball Z! You wouldn’t believe what Vegeta did?

Anyways, I was cruising the net one day, and on a lark I typed in Dragonball Z in the search field. All the pages that were out there surprised me. I picked one at random and found out it was a fan fiction page. I clicked on a story, which was called a “lemon” and started reading it. Needless to say, I was hooked. Some stories weren’t that great- the language was off and the grammar and storylines were atrocious. But a lot was really very good and engrossing. Some of the people with their pages had short bios on themselves and I was surprised by the ages of some of them. Most were only a little older than my daughter, maybe as old as my son, but none were really close to my age at all. A dilemma to say the least. I mean, how can one talk to or e-mail someone about their pages or stories and not sound like some old perv?

As you can tell, I became addicted to some of these pages and even put them in my favorites folder. I have a few favorite stories I like to read. Sometimes I catch myself fantasizing about the same characters that these people write about. Now then, does that make me psychotic, weird or just plain perverted? Well, maybe not perverted, as some of these people admit to the same..umm..distractions. LOL. There were a few stories out there where the DBZ characters interacted with the real world, so to speak. But, all this got me to thinking. What if, mind you, a woman such as myself, had a close encounter with one of these anime hotties? What if she, out of loneliness and desperation, makes a wish for something exciting to come into her life and relieve her of frustration and boredom?

Now that I have set the stage with this short (?) semi-autobiographical segway, let us proceed to the story that I have decided to write.