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I hope your day went well. Mine was of the generic sort  lots of errands and admin
stuff to do. I don t believe we went into our whereabouts at all, but I live in rural New
Mexico  VERY rural New Mexico  about twenty miles from the nearest town and three miles from my
closest neighbor. I love it out here, especially at night when it s quiet and calm  cities make my skin crawl.
Too many people coming at you from all different directions and not enough room to fend off an attack.
You gave me a description of what type of man you would need in order to be sexually
adventurous. Is the description the same for what you would be looking for in a dominant? Have you ever
been spanked or disciplined before in any way? If so, please tell me how  it doesn t have to be long or
drawn out  just the basics is fine.
Well, I ve taken up enough of your time. Hope your writing is going well.
Hawk
Maura read the letter over several times. She couldn t find any spelling errors in it at all. He
hadn t asked her for any information about herself, really, just volunteered a bit about himself. How
extraordinary. All in all, she was extremely intrigued.
Hawk: (a  romance-novel-hero nickname if ever I heard one! J)
No, Elizabeth is not my real name. I ve been chatting on the Internet long enough that I pretty
much never give anyone my real name.
Nope, you can harp on me all you like. I ll just ignore you . . . And I am NEVER bratty in
the least. Nyah!
My day was boring, as usual  write, write, write  working and slaving my fingers to the bone
over a hot word processor . . . I generally try to get 4000 words done a day . . . I don t always meet my
goal, but pretty much I do.
I live in NM, also, although in a much more populated area than you.Simon sat at his own
computer in his spacious, open office and read her reply. He had done a little judicious investigating, and
he already knew that Elizabeth was Maura s middle name, and he knew that she lived in a lower middle
class section of Albuquerque but that she was born in Wells, Maine; he knew her birthday was July
fifteenth and that she d told him her real age. Simon had her social security number and the Isaac score on
her credit rating. He knew she d been married once  when she was nineteen, divorced at twenty-two 
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the typical  starter marriage. Hell, he even had someone faxing him her DMV photo. Sometimes it paid
to be a former spy . . . It was a damned good thing for her that he was one of the good guys or he could
have had a lot of fun with identity theft, or stalking.
I don t much worry about being attacked, and I like things to be convenient  shopping, movies,
dinners out . . . stuff like that. My house is small, but it s all mine and I love it, and it s not in too bad a
neighborhood.
From what he could tell of the physical description of her in her medical records, and where she
lived, she needed to be a lot more concerned about being attacked. She was only about five foot three and
a little over a hundred and thirty pounds. Pretty much any man who wanted to could pick her up and
move her around any time he liked, and her neighborhood leaned much more towards bad than good.
Simon frowned deeply at the thought of some guy manhandling her. He didn t like that idea at all.
He remembered something from their chat, and pulled up the file he d saved, scrolling back
through it. There it was. She d mentioned having to  fend men off when she d gone to her car after
meeting them. He shook his head, already starting to worry about her, and he hadn t even met her.
You asked if my qualifications for a dominant would be the same as the ones I d given you for
someone I d be willing to be  adventurous with, and, yes, they are. I mean, to me, being with one s dom
would be the safest one could hope to be  besides, perhaps, being in one s mother s arms. The essence of
a dominant/submissive relationship is not the giving or receiving of pain or pleasure, it s the mutual
exchange of trust and exploration  adventure (within agreed upon limitations, of course).
That was wonderfully put, and exactly his own feelings  but he also firmly believed that the dom
was in charge of the limitations to a large extent.
Spanked? Yes, I ve been spanked before  one of my boyfriends was very  into spanking, which
was great as far as I was concerned. If the rest of the relationship had held together, he would have been
darned near the perfect dom for me.
I am assuming that you are also into discipline? You certainly do come across as dominant  as
though a SEAL was going to be the submissive sort  NOT .
I have to compliment you on your chat manners, however  they re impressive.
Well, time to go make dinner  the dog is eying my leg and drooling . . .
Take care.
Elizabeth
They corresponded off and on for several months, and met online occasionally to chat. Elizabeth
was pleasantly surprised that he did not try to move right in, as some  on-line doms did, and attempt to
assume control of everything about her life when he really knew nothing about her life or what she needed
to do in it. He never flooded her email with twenty or thirty messages filled with inane ranting  in fact he
was almost relentlessly on-topic; his messages short and concise but very pointed and even somewhat
sharp.
The words  unforgiving and  unrelenting came to mind when she read his prose. They had [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]