Although this is a work of fiction, Goddess Haylee Lynn does have a Healthy4Haylee persona on Twitter, it can be viewed here, and she can help you have a more healthy lifestyle, and, for a small fee, will do hypnotherapy to this end.
It was my dad’s early death which made me interested in getting myself fitter. He had been a very successful, hard working businessman. I had been his right hand man. His life style had not been healthy. He smoked, he drank, he was overweight. Perhaps looking back it is not surprising he died in his 50s.
Although I was still in my twenties then – only just admittedly – I also blamed my life style on the break up of my marriage. I was determined not to let the business go down the drain, and my first task was to get that back on track. I took it over, and appointed not just one person, but two extra people to help ease the load.
I then set about trying to get myself more healthy. I wasn’t really looking for a female. It was really a case of “once bitten, twice shy”. I just wanted someone to give me advice and moral support on how to be more healthy. Searching on “Healthy” and “Healthier”, I came across Healthy4Haylee on Twitter.
Looking at the Healthy4Haylee profile, I noticed she said “This is to help all my boys and girls get healthier and more fit! Join tumblr NOW and follow http://healthyforhaylee.tumblr.com” I followed the link, and read on tumblr “Motivation for my good boys and girls to become healthy for Haylee, a little more each day. Blog about fitness, health, nutrition, spirituality, enrichment, growth. Friend me on my fitness pal!” This was just what I was looking for!
I Tweeted her and was thrilled when she replied. She seemed really nice and had plenty of ideas about how I could get more healthy. At the time, I had given up on sexual relationships and the possibility of re-marriage. I just wanted to get healthy and avoid going the same way as my father. I found out that she was a few years younger than I was and lived on the other side of the pond, as we sometimes call the Atlantic Ocean. The distance didn’t worry me, I wasn’t looking for a relationship. We chatted about our parents and brothers and sisters, and she asked me about my ex-wife. From that point forward we would chat almost every night.
This went on for several months comparing weights, diets and exercise routines. Under her benign influence I began to be more healthy. My diet became more healthy. We shared recipes. We talked about our hobbies and pastimes. We chatted about favorite music, books, films, TV programs etc and seemed to have such a lot in common. For some reason I was very open to her and told her things that not many others knew. I just found her very approachable. There was just something about her I felt I could trust.
One night I asked her if I could phone her. She replied “Sure, but it will cost you!” After finding out it would only be $50 for 15 minutes I agreed. Soon I had her number and found myself dialing the phone.
Her voice was sweet and soothing. She told me how nice it was to hear my voice, and I said the same. She thanked me and told me that she had been told that her voice was relaxing and pleasant. I told her it was. She talked about how it was nice to relax at the end of the day, and I agreed. She said it was nice to unwind and get comfortable at the end of a long hard day, and how healthy it is to get a good night’s sleep. I don’t remember much else about our conversation, but I must have been pretty tired because I woke up the next morning on my couch with the phone lying on the ground. Not even the disconnected beeping had woken me up, but I was refreshed and felt great.
I logged onto my computer again that evening. I told her how much that I enjoyed chatting with her and how I wanted to chat to her every night. We negotiated a deal – I would pay for 15 minutes for 7 nights, but get an extra night free. She told me I must have been very tired the previous night because I fell asleep on the phone. She suggested that I call her at 5:00 PM her time so we could pick up where we left off when I feel a sleep. I immediately logged off of my computer and anxiously watched the clock waiting for 10:00 PM since she lived in a different timezone.
As soon as my clock reached ten, I dialed her number, and found myself relieved and relaxed as soon as I heard her hello. I apologized for having fallen asleep while we were talking. She stopped me mid-sentence and when she told me I was a very good boy for having called her on time. I was thrilled to have pleased her and it was not long before I was in the same wonderful relaxed state I had been in the night before. I was about to nod off again when she suggested that I go to bed and call her after I was in bed the next night.
She said she understood it made me tired to work soooo hard, and that she was glad that talking to her helped me relax. Learning to relax was part of learning to be healthy. She suggested that in the future that I should call her from my bed; after all, it was much more comfortable to fall asleep in my bed than on the couch. She loved the thought that her voice would be the last thing I heard before I fell asleep. I don’t remember much more of our conversation, but at least I woke up in my bed the next morning.
Though I tried my best to stay busy at work the next day, time seemed to crawl. Finally the day was over and I found myself undressed and in bed by 9:00 PM. I couldn’t wait and called her. I was surprised that her answering machine picked up and told me that good boys were patient and would call at the proper time. I hung up and watched the minutes slowly tick by on my alarm clock. After what seemed more like a year than an hour, it read 10:00 PM. I dialed, and was pleased when she answered after the second ring. She explained that since I had called an hour a head of schedule that I had to be punished and that I would have to wait until 10:00 PM the next night to talk to her, but that she was sure I understood since she knew I wanted to be her good boy then she hung up.
I was devastated. She helped me relax. I needed to talk to her. I needed to hear her voice. I needed to please her, and I most definitely needed to be her good boy. I found I couldn’t sleep, and by the end of the night I promised myself that I would always do what she said, so I could be her good boy. I called in sick the next morning, and spent the day moping around the house. I didn’t dress, shower, eat or even drink a cup of coffee. I just watched every clock in the house as seconds turned into hours and hours into days.
Finally it was 10:00 PM and I was in bed dialing her number. As soon as she picked up, she said “Good boy you called at the right time”. I was immediately relaxed and happy. She asked how my day had been, and I explained that I had called in sick and had been miserable because I had disappointed her. She told me that she was very sorry to hear that, but as long as I did what she said it wouldn’t happen again. I promised that I would remember to do what she said from now on. I don’t know how long we talked after that. Being awake for more than twenty-four hours left me beyond exhausted, so I was not surprised to find that I had fallen asleep while on the phone. I felt very refreshed and was determined to make up for my missed day at work. I imagined that everything I did that day was done in her service and before I knew it the day was over and it was 10:00 PM.
Now I was in bed by 10:00 pm every night talking to her. She said that it might be easier for me if I worked out every evening rather than waiting around to call her. Like all of her ideas this was a good one, and I began working out every night. I even began working out on Saturdays. I felt myself getting more healthy. I looked forward to our phone call all day and woke up refreshed every morning.
In order to pay for this new habit of phoning her every night I started to cut down on the cigarettes and drink. The money I saved, I put towards the phone calls. I would also be more healthy that way!
I soon realized that I had fallen deeply and completely in love with my phone goddess. Soon I could not remember not ending my day on the phone with her.
One night we got into a discussion about knights and queens. She explained that good knights always obeyed their queens. She said that knights were good little boys that always did whatever their queen told them to do. I had never thought about it that way, but before long I completely agreed with everything she had to say on the subject. She asked if I wanted to be her knight. Of course I said yes. She told me to kneel by the bed and repeat her knight’s oath for her:
I here swear fealty and do homage to my queen;
I will forever be her good and true knight,
I will shield her from all adversaries,
I will be her steadfast devotee,
I will provide for her comfort and sustenance,
I will be healthy in order to serve her well,
I swear this with my whole body, mind, and heart.
She told me to get off of my knees and to get into bed. She explained that now that I was her knight that she would have to send me a token and that I must send her pictures. She told me to send a picture history of myself and to be sure to include a baby picture. She said that I had to remember not to open her packages until we were on the phone.
The next morning I was going through my baby book and photo albums putting a picture history together for her. I put them in a Royal Mail package and shipped them out. She received my photos the next day. She told me I had been a cute baby and little boy. She could still see the little boy in my current pictures. She explained that because of the token that she could not send an overnight letter. She assured me that my patience would be rewarded. I was thrilled to find a box on my doorstep Friday when I got home from work, but I was a good boy and the box was unopened when I called her from my bed.
She told me to carefully open the box and take out the envelope on top. She told me to be careful when I took the pictures out and to only look at each when she told me. Of course I was careful and soon had a stack of pictures in my hand. There was a blank index card on top, and she told me to move it to the bottom of the stack. The first picture was her as a little girl. She was very cute. The next was of her as a young teenager. She asked if there was anything I noticed about the picture. I had to admit that I noticed that she was rather beautiful for a young girl.
She explained that she had been an early bloomer; but that she was sure I had no problem with that. The next picture was her around twenty years old. The thing that really drew to the picture was her eyes. They were huge, such an enchanting shade of green, bright and intelligent, so radiant, so healthy, so wonderful. It was like she was looking right back into my soul. I don’t know how long I stared into them before her voice brought me back into focus. She commented that I had gone very quiet on her. I apologized and told her that I had been staring into her eyes. I was so entranced that I could barely reply that I thought they were perfect. She said I was a very good boy.
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