When I used traveled on business I would occasionally brand an ad in the Craigs inclination Men-for-Women discussion section. It was mostly a way to vote down time while was alone in a hotel room. I 'd write something fun, like `` baby Oil, Wine & Hot Tub - What Could Be sound ? '' The trunk of the Post would be well written, in over sentences, with proper punctuation. If you ever looked at CL listing, these basic calibre made the ad standpoint out from the normal `` HMU 2 F $ # @ '' type fare.

As an elderly blank guy ( just over 50 when I posted this peculiar ad ), it 's not like my in box got flooded. The reply were mostly from Russian scammers, woman of the street, or drug addicts. Depending on how tire I was, I 'd turn the tabular array on the scammer, be nice to the hookers and aim the addict toward local intervention centers.

Occasionally, I 'd get a hit from a real, genuine human being being. about emails were guy cable offering bump jobs. Once in a blue Sun Myung Moon, a charwoman would respond.

Her first email resolve my query about `` what could be substantially. '' The woman whom I would come to bonk as Madison wrote, `` coffee would be just. '' Opinionated I thought. I like strong char. In addition to the subject pedigree declarative, she wrote only, `` Are you individual ? '' Opinionated, laconic and moral.

My response did n't lie, but I agreed with her assessment, then offered drab chocolate along with a body rub. She responded, `` Well, I am diamond, so I do n't think you can transfer my mind, although you may be capable to seduce my mind. Strong, masculine hands on my soft, pretty body is so enticing and intoxicating. I could use a physical structure rub ... I have been working really hard on my thesis and am quite fatigued. I wish I could come up. : ( I am just very serious about respecting other women and their relationships, even if I do n't know them. ``

The additional detail in her note revealed a deepening oddment. Expecting nil more than e-mail - which I knew would end if I offended her or she simply lost interest - I pressed on just for fun. Plus, because I live my work life at a keyboard creating chronicle for a living, it was a welcome distraction from my regular spirit, and offered promise for the perpetual hole I felt in my heart about longing to be with a adult female who wanted to be with me ( the reason I did n't just employ a call young woman ).

Soon we exchanged photograph. I knew she was in college ( the thesis tipped me off ), so when she saw the existent 50-something me, I figured it 'd be over. It wasn't.

She wrote, `` I really palpate accommodate to say that if you are really trying to get me to conform to then you will not succeed. I just do n't need you to rot your time. I really do conceive it is wrong to be with somebody who is married or in a relationship, and I am very conscientious about that.

'' But I do really like your photos though. You look smart and well-favoured in the best way possible. You are definitely a beneficial bit honest-to-god than me but very very much my type physically speaking with your haircloth and cutis. You 're endearing. I love it. : ) Very sexy. And seeing your strong hand makes me need you to give me a second joint massage.

'' As for me, I am 22. I am writing my undergraduate, elder thesis on The pest by Albert Camus. I am undivided. I love speech, especially Latin and ancient Hellenic language. I spent a calendar month in Italy finis summer ; I love to jaunt. I enjoy baking bread. I love the symphonic music and the Opera. And I love to eat. : )

'' What do you call back of my pic ? ``

Oh my. What did I think ? I was looking at a college girl who was flirting with me ! My feelings raced from skepticism to being flattered, excited, enchanted and seriously aroused.

Madison exuded the girl-next-door look with culture medium brown hair that hung past her shoulder joint. Even though the picture was not at all revelation, she had beautiful womanly curves. envisage a classic Rubenesque model minus 20 pounds and you 're picturing capital of Wisconsin. Her sparkling optic and welcoming smile were simply, well, just pretty. Melt-me cute. And pure.

Of track, she was not completely pure. Like me, like everyone who pursues what they need but ca n't discover through normal canal, capital of Wisconsin was n't totally free. Like me, she had started down a wraithlike path of her own. Fortunately, somehow we 'd met.

My job plan put me in the Southern urban center near her college in the dead of winter. Our e-mails took on an urgency because the opportunity to meet was ours to neglect. I suggested coffee tree. Her response revealed a longing. `` Of track, I am curious about what it would be like to be with you. I ca n't say that I was n't fantasizing a little in my morning class about your custody on my thighs. Honestly, I wish I could go with you to dinner tonight, but I do n't have got a way to get there. It has been about a twelvemonth since I have been with a man who knew something about build up and protract passion. It is something I love and something that takes me to ecstasy, and something about which many men know practically nothing. I would eff a buildup of intensiveness tonight.

'' If I went even to dinner with you, I think that I would want you to pee-pee at least a little making love to me, but since I wo n't let that go on since you are attached, it would just be torture for me. I ca n't stop wishing you were bingle ! But I just ca n't go against my conscience. I want kisses on my neck and ear. I dislike this interior battle. : ( ``

Driven by the mystifying motive to meet my heart, I rationalized the state of affairs in a eminence back to her, `` To put things into view, you 'll likely do worsened matter in your life than see me. At to the lowest degree if you see me, there 's a terrific top. Some thing are worth it. The realism of how I could make you feel : Worth it. The storage of what we 've shared. Worth it. The adventure. Worth it. ``

I did not tell her that for me, the tryst would renew my strong suit to outride in my outwardly consummate marriage that was otherwise killing me ... slowly sucking the passion and Energy Department from my soul due to my wife 's emotional and physical disinterest. Being with James Madison took on extra urgency as I realized she could be so deeply significant to me at a story she could n't possibly understand.

capital of Wisconsin resisted and resisted until she did n't. Dozens of e-mails tracked the moral battle. Either of us could have walked away. Neither did.

We 'd harmonise to encounter at a wine bar for dinner. I got there a bit betimes and ordered a Riesling. Then a second. I 'd positioned myself in the very back of the eatery, faced so I could see the door. Madison arrived. She was prettier than her photos, and I had n't realized how tall she was, at least 5'8 ''. She did n't see me, so I stood up and walked to greet her. We paused for a instant, eye to eye, my hands in figurehead of me to gently welcome her by taking her 's and leading her to our mesa. It was going to be a nice evening.

Still to this import I ca n't call back the dress she was wearing, except that had a modestly deep neckline with a lace up feature. I did my best to keep my eyes on hers, but her plenteous white meat made for the most beautiful cleavage.

We talked for a while, noshed on some great food, drank a little ( more ) wine, and then James Madison announced she needed to go. It was n't late, but I knew she was working on her thesis, and I did n't want to impinge on her studies.

beingness that it was truly freezing out ( below 32° ), I asked if she 'd mind driving me back to my hotel. She agreed. As we walked to her car, she sheepishly admitted she 'd forgotten where she parked. Then she realized she did n't have Cash to pay the parking fee. I found this so capture and innocent.

Perhaps as a life metaphor regarding motivation, as we were walking, she shivered. I put my arm around her and turned up the leash on her fleece coating. She 'd never known you could do that ! I guess when Georgia is your nursing home, what comes naturally to those who grew up in the stock-still Mid-West would n't be endorsement nature. Then she slipped on some ice. I instinctively caught her. That moment it was Madison who melted a little. I kept her warm and good that walk.

The dinner and walk surprisingly revealed, that despite our age dispute, we clicked. Our personalities and implanted needs meshed in a way I still do n't infer. This girl with whom I was walking was so vernal, pretty, smart and vivacious that I did n't want her to go. I told her I 'd like some desert. She coyly asked, `` What are you hungry for ? '' umber was the alone appropriate verbal answer, although my eyes said otherwise. I casually noted, as if by coincidence, that I had dark chocolate in my room. As we pulled into my hotel, she was the one to suggest that she 'd wish to come up.

You could receive knocked me over with a plumage. Never in a million years.

As for what happened next, Madison 's diary entry puts it in her words. She sent the countersign below in an email. This is what she wrote in her journal. The action picks up after she gets into her booster 's borrowed car and drives away from the university :

'' Dear journal, I decided to go and fit him. The latent hostility within myself was too bang-up for me to birth, so I had to go. I think our netmail exchanges made meeting that much more rouse. I did not put much precaution into my underthings when getting ready as I had no theme of what was to hail. But I put on my royal blue silk wearing apparel. It is one of my best-loved garb. It is a easy, fine 100 % silk apparel and it makes men want to put their coat of arms around me. It is delightfully and teasingly low cut although it shows but a glimpse of cleavage. It is a very classy clothes. It ties above the tit ; I like to fancy that when men see it they just want to untie it and startle kissing me. I curled my fuzz and put on lightness war paint as well as my rose oil essence. In my very humble but very exact opinion, I looked lovely.

'' I drove to the city, and I felt a little nervous as I walked to establishment. It turned out to be the gross office for our tryst. I like to imagine how we looked that evening, all dressed up and full of desire. I walked in, and I did not see anyone. I thought he would be sitting next to the door watching for me. I felt a small pang of disheartenment as I looked about and did not see him. But after a few irregular, he stood up and I caught good deal of him. He was sitting in the back ; I walked to him, and the second I saw him I knew it was going to be a lovely, romanticistic evening. People most often look more attractive in pictures than in real life. But it was the opposite with him. He was so handsome. He was definitely quite a bit aged than I was, but the age difference did not feel too pronounced. I felt that we were on the same wavelength. I wonder what were his idea when he first saw me. He wears trash. I love spyglass on a man. He was wearing a sweater that looked to be very soft and a silk tie. He has very good discernment and seemed untried at heart. When I approached him, he welcomed me with an bosom and kissed me on the impudence. My heart began to falter and to dissolve a little. It was so romantic and made me feel so womanly. I wish I could have played that aspect again and again. I loved him kissing me on the buttock upon meeting me. He is such a amorous, gentlemanly man. He helped me out of my coat and pulled out my chair for me to sit down. He is absolutely my type physically and intellectually. I loved his representative and his style of dress. I loved his tasting in food.

'' He sat down, and we conversed a footling before the waitress came over. I ordered a Pinor Noir ; he already had his wine-colored. I was surprise that he preferred white wine-colored. With his romantic, sultry personality, I would have thought that he would prefer a dark, sultry red. One affair that I found irresistibly attractive about him was his vocabulary. about men ( indeed most New people ) have a very limited mental lexicon, because people do n't read much and position ticker chinchy tv. I have a fairly heroic vocabulary because I study Latin and Greek and because I read a lot. But I love that he used words like `` glaring '' and `` bucolic. '' I thought it was very sexy.

'' We had a most pleasant conversation. We talked about traveling. I talked about my school and work, and he told me about his work. The tautness between us was tangible. I loved it. I caught him looking at my breasts twice, and it made my heart beat out a little faster. But he did not bet at them in a crass way but rather in an admiring way. I wondered what he was thinking when he looked. Was he wondering how soft but firm they would feel under his trace ? Was he wanting to buss them softly ? Was he wondering what my tit looked like ?

'' The ambiance of the restaurant was perfect tense. I have only been able to imbibe legally for a footling over a class, so I still feel the novelty of meeting someone for a glass of vino. It was pleasantly dim inside and the music was stark. Norah Jones and Frank Sinatra were playing as well as other such artists. I just love the tenseness between man and cleaning lady. I knew that both of us were full of desire but I love the tension before the desire is played out. I knew that he was pursuing me, and I loved it. I loved how romantic he was. He had a fantastic grinning too ; it was very contagious. Oh and his script. His hand were incredibly sexy. I do n't have intercourse why, but I could not stop looking at them. They were so sexy. They looked so potent. I kept trying to keep myself from imagining them massaging my breasts and kneading my thighs. Them sliding up my inner thigh and spreading my legs apart. Imagining his finger sliding into the coloured wetness of my flower ... His helping hand were intoxicating. It did n't assist when he got up to use the wash room and as he walked behind me he put his right script on my upper right field arm. My philia fluttered, and I reveled in the sweet feel of desire and arousal that was blossoming inside me. I knew he was trying me to see what would happen, and I soaked up every second of it. I kept thinking about that unsubdivided touch. When he came back, he pulled his professorship closer to mine, and I felt the core of that between my branch. Our faces got quite close at times. I ca n't say that I did n't guess his lips on the backtalk of my flower and his mouth enclosing my mammilla inside it.

'' He said, `` How does it feel to consume someone sitting so close to you who wants to seduce have a go at it to you ? '' I said something to the effect that it happens not infrequently. He said he was not storm. He stopped a little a one point and said something quietly. I asked him to take over himself, and he said, `` You 're just so pretty. '' I felt a lilliputian bashful at such open admiration, but I also felt so attractive under his gaze. Another prison term, after I caught him casting a furtive glimpse at my breasts, he said it again. `` You 're just so pretty. '' I loved that altogether dinner. It felt so fleshly and amorous. He kept looking at me with such depth in his eyes. He would gaze at me for quite a long time, and I would feel a little shy.

'' But my intellection were not just sexual to be sure. I loved the romanticism of it. I loved how intelligent and well-traveled he was. And he paid for the meal which is very attractive. I had the urge to put my hand on the table and let him go for it and stroke it, but I resisted the urge. He definitely was very attractive to me intellectually. He seemed to own knowledge in a wide multifariousness of areas. I just felt drawn to him like a magnet. I tried not to show it of class. I wanted him to pursue, not me. He looked at me in a very attracted and admiring fashion. I am sure that I blushed a little at least. Oh his workforce. I kept thinking about him slipping his arm around my shank. And about his mitt going dangerously low.

'' When we stood up, he helped me into my pelage and after it was on, he put his hands on my waist and again I felt a warm, familiar spirit curling sensation between my legs. We walked out ; I even love even the way he walks with so much confidence. We got out and it was so cold. But I love it being cold because it is so quixotic. it makes one want to snuggle up. And it gave me a arrant excuse for me to put my arm in his. I was delighted to be so finale to him. He was certainly laughing at me a small because I could n't call back where I parked, and I had never heard of putting your collar up to celebrate your neck warm. But I did n't mind it because I knew that he knew I was sound. I loved it when he stopped to put my catch up because his aphrodisiacal hands were on me a little.

'' I very much enjoyed the frigid walk back. We walked to the little outflow waterfall. I took his hand and stepped over to the steps nearer the outflow. His custody are very stiff. I imagine them pinning my arms over my head and kissing me. Holding me push down and making me succumb to pleasure. I wanted a osculation near the fountain but it was much too soon. I loved snuggling up to him on the walk. His arm around me or holding my hand.

'' And then he said he had chocolate in the way, and I made the fatal proposition of going to eat burnt umber in the elbow room. I drove to the hotel, and he was very gentlemanly, opening all the doors. It made me experience very womanly. We got in the room and I flopped onto the bed. Later I discovered that such a careless movement made him want to make passion to me. ``

An aside here : The older one gets, if they bother to observe how young mass move, they 're much to a greater extent bouncy than adults. Imagine a group of school little girl talking excitedly in a school hallway, and you 'll get the theme. So Maddison walks into the elbow room and on her way toward the windowpane, she bounces on the bed. It was so precious and inadvertently sexy that I muttered to myself, `` I 'm a all in man. I ca n't consider this is happening. ''

capital of Wisconsin 's journal first appearance continued, `` Under the pretence of going to look at the charlotte view, I walked over to the window, and he came up behind me. Just his minginess made my heart beat very fast. He stood behind me and ran his fingertips on my upper arms. My speed weapons system are a very erogenous part of my body, perhaps because they are so close to my titty. I loved it. I was becoming so aroused. He started massaging my binding. His strong hands massaging my back made my knees unaccented, and so I went over to the bed.

'' What happened future is a delicious blur in my head, but many things stand out distinctly in my thinker. He leaned a picayune on the prevailing side which I loved. He was certainly romancing me, making honey to me. His hands were intoxicating. I loved him kissing my neck opening and my implements of war. I ca n't think of what order things happened in, but I will recollect all that I can. My will was wavering very much. When I first sat down, he started rubbing my thigh. I loved it. Watching his helping hand rub my thighs was foolhardy indeed. He was arousing me so much. He took off his sweater at one point and started unbuttoning his shirt, but I took over and finished unbuttoning it. I liked his chest. I liked running my hand over it and sliding my helping hand on his downhearted tummy and a little under his pants. Finally, he took off his pants. And there was his cock in all its hardness. So sexual. I took it in my helping hand. I touched it and played with his balls. I really liked his balls ; it was very pleasurable to me to give him such pleasure.

'' One of my favored parts was when he started kissing my bosom. My garb and bra were still on. But I loved it when he untied the tie on my dress. And opened me up. Exposing my cleaving to his sight and refer. I am pretty sure that I cried out loudly when his backtalk and mitt came in contact with my boob. I pushed him away, but he kept on kissing and touching. Finally, I took off my bra and unzipped my dress. He pulled my dress over and exposed my bosom. I felt myself going unfounded knowing that he was gazing upon it. He kissed it, and he made me inebriate. The feel of his spit on my breast, his fingertips. I loved watching it all ; I can never feature enough of it. I am a very ocular person. I love watching everything he does to me. The sight is inebriating. I took off my attire, and I love what he did. He stopped what he was doing for a endorse, and he looked me in the eye and said, `` You are beautiful. '' And then he returned to my breast. It felt like he could n't go along his handwriting off my nipple. He was driving me to ecstasy. He would wet his fingerbreadth on his lingua and play with my white meat in a mode that would drive me wild. He would pull my nipples. And I loved that he was harsh with them. I love it that he was not restraining himself. I remember very vividly once when he was licking my in good order breast. I could see his tongue running around my mammilla and licking my mamilla. It was so sexy. I wanted that tongue on my flower.

'' I wanted him to pin me down so I wove his fingerbreadth in mine and made him pin my coat of arms above my head. My flower was soaking. He sat on me and played with my nipples. I loved it. And I loved seeing his hammer so close to my face. I think I sucked on his finger's breadth a little, then he slide his cock in my waiting back talk, and I loved it. This is all a blur because it was so pleasurable. I wanted him to f @ # $ my oral fissure. It was amazing. I loved him being above me and putting his cock in my mouth.

'' I loved touching him to make him cum. It was so sexual ! I loved seeing his typeface while I was pleasuring him. The height of pleasure was when he first touched me. I made him hold back quite awhile and build up to it. He kept touching my thigh, my inner thigh, and my ass and getting so close to my flush. I kept moving his mitt and pushing him away. I love resisting a man 's improvement and making him try for it and overcome me. It is so arousing to me. I think I was getting very outspoken. ``

Another aside here : Madison moaned so loudly that I was afraid a guest in an adjacent way would call security department. I whispered in her ear to hush down, and was surprised at the beautiful agony she expended keeping her moans suppressed. Her passion was so obvious and earnest. Pure ecstasy in action. Nothing faked or put on.

The daybook then chronicled, `` He kept getting so close to touching me and I kept moving his mitt. Finally he pulled me on top of him. My legs were spread apart on either slope of him. He put his hands on my ass and pulled my ass spacious apart. I was squirming I 'm for sure. He got really confining and then finally plunged a finger into my blossom. I felt like screaming. So much pleasure ! And I ca n't even begin to say how a great deal I loved him touching my ass. Some men do n't enjoy that, and I am so glad that he does. He ran his finger around my ass almost like he was rimming me but with his finger instead of his lingua. Then he laid me down with my book binding on the bed and started playing more with my flower. He groaned and said how estimable I felt. I felt his fingerbreadth wandering around my backtalk. I wish he could give looked at my flower in the lamp light. It is so aphrodisiacal. I wonder if he liked my lips, although I am not sure if he got much of a good feel at them. My plump, juicy flower lips are my favorite erotic feature on myself. I wish I had not been on my flow. I wanted him to suck on my lip so badly. Finally he sat up and stir me to beau ideal. He put a finger ( or maybe two ? I 'm not trusted. ) in my flower and he put a finger's breadth in my ass, deep in my ass. He pushed me to the edge of rapture. My favourite matter of all is being fingered in the ass and peak at the same time. I love it. I did n't want it to end, although he was being a small too fierce since I had n't been touched for respective calendar month. One of the most enjoyable moments was when I slowly pulled his finger out of my ass. That felt incredible. Feeling it slowly slide out of my ass. I wish I had been on my men and stifle for him to finger my ass. But it felt amazing as it was. I think I came, although the sexual climax was n't very intense. I wish I had not started my period, so I could possess relaxed and enjoyed it completely.

'' I just loved the way he was sexually. A petty dominant allele. The everlasting amount. Admiring and romantic and not crass at all. Sexy and so sexual. Oh and I wished I could bear brought him to orgasm orally. I deep throated him a little and loved it. I wonder if he liked it much. He was n't very vocal music, so I could n't tell which things he especially liked. I wanted to lick his balls, but I did n't. Perhaps I should have.

'' We held and cuddled afterwards. I loved it. And I loved that he kissed so many parts of my body : my stomach, arms, neck opening. I wanted him to snog, lick, and setback on my right ear more. The completely night was delicious. The way he looked at me made me finger so feminine. If I had known this was going to happen I would suffer worn pretty underclothes and shaved my branch and trimmed my hair. I hope he liked my flower. I felt sot from pleasure.

'' But I want so much more. I want to deep throat him more. I want him to sample me. I want the build up to take even longer. I want him to hold me more. If I see him again, it is not going to be any light for him. I want to resist just as much and make him try for me. He has to overcome me to get to my chest and efflorescence. I just jazz the interplay of the masculine and the feminine, and he is so goodness at evoking the feeling of contrast between man and woman. That is what Romance language is. I want his unassailable hands to lie me down on the bed and slowly spread my stage apart and then pester me. Run his fingertips around the synopsis of my underwear. Breathe warm hint on my peak through my underclothes. pull out my underclothes to the side and gaze upon my flower. touch around my flush with his fingertip but direct so long to extend to it to ram me wild from desire. I want keep up teasing.

'' The inaugural clock time he saw my chest, I felt so feminine. I want to know what he was thinking at each region. I want to get it on what he thought when his cock was in my throat. He told me what he thought of my white meat : that Grecians must give birth used a model like me in sculpting their statues. He is so wild-eyed and so masculine. I love it. I want to know if he really saw my ass. It is so sexy and full and round. I want to know how a great deal he wanted to buss me at dinner party. I want to know what he thought when he first laid eyes on me. I want to have a go at it what he thought when he caught a glimpse of my segmentation. I want to love what he thought of my soft skin. I want to know all his thoughts about everything in the evening. I want to know every attribute of his desire for me. I want him to see the fullness of my ass and hips, to admire me more in all my alluring femininity.

'' There is so much more. I feel like I am just scratching the surface. I ca n't help but wonder if he has many experiences like this in his business locomotion. Maybe I am but one of many buff he encounters often in his change of location. Ah well. One can never be intimate. He is well-favoured, classy, and romantic, so I would not be surprised if many women fell for him and want him.

'' Oh well. I want him, and had him, tonight. ``

And Madison did have me that night ... and in my memory, many Thomas More nights after that.

While it might seem strange, we never had intercourse. She was saving herself for her married man, whomever that lucky man would turn out to be. And honestly, I did n't miss it for a mo. It was the most earnest and titillating encounter I 've ever had. It just proves that it 's not what you do, but whom you do it with, that matter most.

Madison and I would see each other two more clock time before she graduated and began traveling abroad. The following times were Sir Thomas More intense and forcible, involving lots of oral sex, deep throating, 69ing, and anal retentive experimentation. After one particularly exhausting round of climax, she snuggled against me and fell asleep with her caput on my chest. While I was n't catching her from a slip on the ice, I was providing a soft and safe landing for this singular and sexy Brigham Young woman.

During the last-place two encounters, she liked me being the polite aggressor, and there would be no query as to whether she orgasmed. I always knew when I 'd succeeded because she 'd literally live earthquake through her chant space that would pulsate and spasm for instant afterwards. I 'd utilise the one-in-ass-two-in-the-pussy proficiency multiple times, and often while sucking her tidy labia. And that ass ; oh my gosh. A thoroughgoing tuck rap penny-sized cocksucker that begged to be rimmed, licked and penetrated. Every office of Madison was just so damn fetching.

A portion of me fell in dear with this young woman, but my dedication to my family prevented me from acting on any of the fantasies I created, including paying for President Madison 's post-graduate body of work in my home city so I could see her Sir Thomas More often.

As it became clear that we would not in all likelihood see each other again, our e-mail became more infrequent. Every so often I 'd get a missive like, `` I want your clapper so badly. Your tongue is incredible. Magical. I want you to make my second joint shake. I want to be really f # @ % ed in the ass too. Make me riot ! '' My all-time favorite was, `` You have no idea how wild I am feeling ! I want you to ravish my body right now ! I would drub your ass for an hr right now if we were together. I think the more dominant you are, the more inclined I would be to want to lick ass ... hold me down, put your cock down my throat, maybe even tie me up a bit. I want you dreadfully ! ``

Madison ended up settling permanently in Eastern Europe. She teaches there now. As often as I fantisized about seeing her again and trying to imagine a future with her, there was none that I could get a realism. We both needed to move on. We had no future that I could make existent. I let go.

It 's been a few years since I received an e-mail from Madison. Perhaps thinking about her own need for salvation, that last email was sent on Easter.

The note included one of the tolerant matter anyone has ever written to me. She knew that I struggled with why she was attracted to me. I kept asking myself, `` Why me ? '' My intellection were that perhaps I was some form of loving paternal figure ? Rather forcefully, she corrected me, `` I was not attracted to because you were older. I was attracted to you, and you happened to be older. That 's all. ``

As I read that, the hole in my heart shrank a lilliputian, and my need to run to the shadows lessened for a time.

Sometime my thinker curiosity if we 'll ever cross paths again. Will the desires that first drove us into the phantom ever bring us back together, even years from now ? To this day, whenever I make a connection through the Atlanta airport - Madison 's base townspeople - I catch myself thinking of her.

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