When I used to travel on business organization I would occasionally carry an ad in the Craigs listing Men-for-Women discussion section. It was mostly a way to kill time while was alone in a hotel room. I 'd publish something fun, like `` child Oil, Wine & Hot Tub - What Could Be safe ? '' The body of the post would be well written, in complete conviction, with right punctuation mark. If you ever looked at CL list, these canonic tone made the ad outdoor stage out from the normal `` HMU 2 F $ # @ '' case fare.

As an older white guy ( just over 50 when I posted this particular proposition ad ), it 's not same my in-box got flooded. The responses were mostly from Russian scammers, prostitutes, and drug freak. Depending on how bore I was, I 'd turn the tables on the chiseler, be nice to the hookers, and show the addicts toward topical anaesthetic treatment centers.

Occasionally, I 'd get a hit from a real, genuine human being being. Most electronic mail were guys offering blow jobs. Once in a blue lunation, a charwoman would respond.

One day, I received a confidently written reply that did n't have the English-as-second-language clues that revealed a foreign scammer. The note simply answered my interrogation about `` what could be better. '' The woman whom I would fare to love as capital of Wisconsin wrote, `` burnt umber would be safe. '' Opinionated I thought. I like solid women. In accession to the subject line declarative, she wrote only these Scripture, `` Are you ace ? ''

Opinionated, terse and moral.

My reception did n't lie, but I agreed with her assessment, then offered dark chocolate along with a body rub. She responded, `` Well, I am diamond, so I do n't cogitate you can alter my mind, although you may be able to score my mind. Strong, masculine hands on my cushy, moderately torso is so enticing and intoxicating. I could use a dead body rub ... I have been working really hard on my thesis and am quite fatigued. I wish I could come. : ( I am just very serious about respecting former adult female and their relationships, even if I do n't love them. ``

The extra point in her note revealed a deepening curiosity. Expecting nothing more than e-mails - 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 fib for a livelihood, it was a welcome distraction from my regular life, and offered hope for the perpetual jam I felt in my heart about longing to be with a woman who wanted to be with me ( the reason I did n't just take a birdsong missy ).

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

She wrote, `` I really feel obliged to say that if you are really trying to get me to meet then you will not succeed. I just do n't want you to waste your time. I really do believe it is improper to be with individual who is married or in a human relationship, and I am very scrupulous about that.

'' But I do really care your photos though. You look smart and handsome in the trump way possible. You are definitely a goodness bit honest-to-goodness than me but very much my type physically speaking with your haircloth and skin. You 're endearing. I love it. : ) Very sexy. And seeing your strong work force makes me need you to impart me a thigh massage.

'' As for me, I am 22. I am writing my undergrad, aged thesis on The pestilence by Albert Albert Camus. I am single. I love languages, especially Latin and ancient Greek. I spent a month in Italy last-place summer ; I love to move. I enjoy baking wampum. I love the symphony and the opera. And I love to eat. : )

'' What do you think of my photo ? ``

Oh my. What did I retrieve ? 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.

James Madison exuded the girl-next-door looking at with mass medium John Brown hair that hung past her shoulder. Even though the picture was not at all disclosure, she had beautiful womanly curves. think a authoritative Rubenesque role model minus 20 punt and you 're picturing Madison. Her coruscate eyes and welcoming smile were simply, well, just pretty. Melt-me cute. And pure.

Of course, she was not completely pure. Like me, like everyone who pursues what they need but ca n't find through convention channels, Madison was n't totally free. Like me, she had started down a shadowy path of her own. Fortunately, somehow we 'd met.

My business plans put me in the Southern metropolis near her college in the dead of winter. Our e-mails took on an urgency because the opportunity to meet was ours to miss. I suggested coffee tree. Her response revealed a longing. `` Of course, 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 minuscule in my dawning socio-economic class about your workforce on my second joint. Honestly, I wish I could go with you to dinner tonight, but I do n't give a way to get there. It has been about a year since I have been with a man who knew something about physical body up and extend passion. It is something I love and something that takes me to ecstasy, and something about which many men know practically naught. I would love a buildup of volume tonight.

'' If I went even to dinner with you, I think that I would want you to make at least a little love to me, but since I wo n't let that happen since you are attached, it would just be torture for me. I ca n't end wishing you were 1 ! But I just ca n't go against my scruples. I want buss on my neck and ear. I dislike this inner struggle. : ( ``

Driven by the rich need to fulfill my heart, I rationalized the situation in a note back to her, `` To put things into view, you 'll likely do bad things in your life than see me. At least if you see me, there 's a grand top. Some things are worth it. The reality of how I could make you feel : Worth it. The memories of what we 've shared. Worth it. The adventure. Worth it. ``

I did not assure her that for me, the tryst would regenerate my strength to stick around in my outwardly perfect marriage that was otherwise killing me ... slowly sucking the passion and Department of Energy from my soul due to my wife 's emotional and physical disinterest. Being with Madison took on extra urgency as I realized she could be so deeply important to me at a grade she could n't possibly understand.

Madison resisted and resisted until she did n't. Dozens of electronic mail tracked the moral battle. Either of us could have walked away. Neither did.

We 'd agreed to meet at a wine-coloured bar for dinner. I got there a bit early 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 photo, 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 import, eye to eye, my hands in front end of me to gently welcome her by taking her 's and leading her to our table. It was going to be a nice evening.

Still to this moment I ca n't recall the dress she was wearing, except that had a modestly deep neckline with a lacing up lineament. I did my best to save my eyes on hers, but her ample knocker made for the most beautiful cleavage.

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

Being 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 take Cash to pay the parking fee. I found this so charming and innocent.

Perhaps as a sprightliness metaphor regarding motivation, as we were walking, she shivered. I put my arm around her and turned up the collar on her woollen coat. She 'd never known you could do that ! I guess when Georgia is your place, what comes naturally to those who grew up in the frozen Mid-West would n't be second 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 safe that walk.

The dinner and walk surprisingly revealed, that despite our age divergence, we clicked. Our personalities and deep-seated needs meshed in a way I still do n't understand. This daughter with whom I was walking was so young, passably, voguish 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 thirsty for ? '' burnt umber was the only earmark verbal answer, although my oculus said otherwise. I casually noted, as if by concurrence, that I had dark chocolate in my elbow room. As we pulled into my hotel, she was the one to suggest that she 'd like to fall up.

You could possess knocked me over with a feathering. Never in a million years.

As for what happened next, President Madison 's diary ledger entry puts it in her Bible. She sent the words below in an e-mail. This is what she wrote in her daybook. The action picks up after she gets into her friend 's borrowed car and drives away from the university :

'' Dear diary, I decided to go and gather him. The tension within myself was too great for me to acquit, so I had to go. I think our e-mail exchanges made meeting that much more shake. I did not put much care into my underthings when getting ready as I had no approximation of what was to follow. But I put on my royal stag downhearted silk frock. It is one of my dearie apparel. It is a soft, fine 100 % silk attire and it makes men want to put their arms around me. It is delightfully and teasingly low cut although it shows but a glance of cleavage. It is a very classy clothes. It ties above the breasts ; I like to visualize that when men see it they just want to untie it and come out kissing me. I curled my hair's-breadth and put on light makeup as well as my rose oil perfume. In my very lowly but very accurate feeling, I looked lovely.

'' I drove to the city, and I felt a little queasy as I walked to establishment. It turned out to be the perfect tense place for our rendezvous. 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 threshold observance for me. I felt a minor twinge of consternation as I looked about and did not see him. But after a few irregular, he stood up and I caught visual sense of him. He was sitting in the back ; I walked to him, and the moment I saw him I knew it was going to be a pin-up, romantic eve. multitude most often look more attractive in pictures than in very life story. But it was the opposite with him. He was so handsome. He was definitely quite a bit older than I was, but the age difference did not feel too pronounced. I felt that we were on the Lapplander wavelength. I wonder what were his thoughts when he first saw me. He wears glasses. I love glasses on a man. He was wearing a sweater that looked to be very soft and a silk tie. He has very respectable taste and seemed offspring at heart. When I approached him, he welcomed me with an bosom and kissed me on the cheek. My core began to waver and to melt a footling. It was so romantic and made me feel so womanly. I wish I could induce played that scene again and again. I loved him kissing me on the cheek upon meeting me. He is such a romantic, gentlemanly man. He helped me out of my coating and pulled out my chair for me to sit down. He is absolutely my eccentric physically and intellectually. I loved his voice and his style of dress. I loved his taste perception in food.

'' He sat down, and we conversed a little before the waitress came over. I ordered a Pinor Noir ; he already had his vino. I was surprised that he preferred white wine-coloured. With his romanticistic, carnal personality, I would have thought that he would prefer a night, sultry red. One affair that I found irresistibly attractive about him was his mental lexicon. Most men ( indeed virtually innovative multitude ) have a very confine vocabulary, because the great unwashed do n't show lots and stead lookout man crummy tv. I have a fairly expansive vocabulary because I study Romance and Greek and because I read a lot. But I love that he used Book like `` egregious '' and `` bucolic. '' I thought it was very sexy.

'' We had a most pleasant conversation. We talked about traveling. I talked about my school day and work, and he told me about his work. The latent hostility between us was palpable. I loved it. I caught him looking at my breasts twice, and it made my mettle beat a piddling faster. But he did not count 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 flabby but firm they would feel under his touch ? Was he wanting to osculate them softly ? Was he wondering what my teat looked like ?

'' The ambiance of the restaurant was perfect. I have only been able to fuddle legally for a small over a year, so I still feel the novelty of meeting somebody for a chalk of vino. It was pleasantly dim inside and the euphony was perfective tense. Norah Jones and Frank Sinatra were playing as well as former such artists. I just have it away the tension between man and charwoman. I knew that both of us were full phase of the moon of desire but I love the stress 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 tremendous smile too ; it was very catching. Oh and his hands. His custody were incredibly sexy. I do n't be intimate why, but I could not barricade looking at them. They were so sexy. They looked so solid. I kept trying to keep myself from imagining them massaging my breasts and kneading my second joint. Them sliding up my interior thighs and spreading my legs apart. Imagining his finger's breadth sliding into the dark wetness of my flower ... His work force were intoxicating. It did n't help when he got up to use the restroom and as he walked behind me he put his compensate hand on my speed rightfulness arm. My heart fluttered, and I reveled in the angelic feeling of desire and arousal that was blossoming inside me. I knew he was trying me to see what would take place, and I soaked up every mo of it. I kept thinking about that simple skin senses. When he came back, he pulled his chair finisher to mine, and I felt the effect of that between my legs. Our faces got quite close at metre. I ca n't say that I did n't imagine his lips on the lips of my flower and his mouth enclosing my tit inside it.

'' He said, `` How does it feel to have someone sitting so close to you who wants to make 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 niggling a one point and said something quietly. I asked him to ingeminate himself, and he said, `` You 're just so pretty. '' I felt a niggling bashful at such open wonder, but I also felt so attractive under his regard. Another meter, after I caught him casting a furtive glimpse at my titty, he said it again. `` You 're just so pretty. '' I loved that whole dinner. It felt so sultry and romantic. He kept looking at me with such depth in his optic. He would gaze at me for quite a prospicient sentence, and I would palpate a little shy.

'' But my thoughts were not just intimate to be indisputable. I loved the Romance of it. I loved how intelligent and well-traveled he was. And he paid for the meal which is very attractive. I had the itch to put my hand on the board and let him hold it and stroke it, but I resisted the impulse. He definitely was very attractive to me intellectually. He seemed to own knowledge in a wide assortment of surface area. I just felt drawn to him like a attracter. I tried not to show it of path. I wanted him to pursue, not me. He looked at me in a very pull in and admiring fashion. I am sure that I blushed a little at to the lowest degree. Oh his hands. I kept thinking about him slipping his arm around my waist. And about his hands 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, companion curling sensation between my wooden leg. We walked out ; I even love even the way he walks with so much sureness. We got out and it was so insensate. But I love it being cold because it is so romantic. it makes one want to snuggle up. And it gave me a perfect excuse for me to put my arm in his. I was delighted to be so ending to him. He was certainly laughing at me a little because I could n't remember where I parked, and I had never heard of putting your apprehension up to keep your neck warm. But I did n't mind it because I knew that he knew I was levelheaded. I loved it when he stopped to put my collar up because his sexy hired man were on me a little.

'' I very much enjoyed the frigid walkway back. We walked to the little spring waterfall. I took his handwriting and stepped over to the step nearer the fountain. His manpower are very potent. I imagine them pinning my arms over my head and kissing me. Holding me down in the mouth and making me succumb to pleasure. I wanted a kiss 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 burnt umber in the elbow room, and I made the fatal suggestion of going to eat chocolate in the room. I drove to the hotel, and he was very gentlemanly, opening all the doors. It made me feel very womanly. We got in the room and I flopped onto the bed. Later I discovered that such a careless movement made him require to make love to me. ``

An aside here : The older one gets, if they bother to observe how offspring people move, they 're much more bouncy than adult. conceive of a group of school girls talking excitedly in a school hallway, and you 'll get the approximation. So Maddison walks into the 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 suddenly man. I ca n't conceive this is happening. ''

Madison 's diary entry continued, `` Under the guise of going to expect at the Charlotte prospect, I walked over to the window, and he came up behind me. Just his closeness made my middle beat very fast. He stood behind me and ran his fingertips on my upper arms. My upper arms are a very erogenous part of my dead body, perhaps because they are so close to my titty. I loved it. I was becoming so brace. He started massaging my cover. His strong paw massaging my backrest made my knee joint rickety, and so I went over to the bed.

'' What happened next is a Delicious blur in my headway, but many things stand out distinctly in my mind. He leaned a little on the dominant allele side of meat which I loved. He was certainly romancing me, making love to me. His hands were intoxicating. I loved him kissing my neck and my arms. I ca n't retrieve what guild things happened in, but I will recall all that I can. My will was wavering very much. When I first sat down, he started rubbing my thighs. I loved it. Watching his hands rub my thighs was heady indeed. He was arousing me so much. He took off his sweater at one tip 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 hand on his lower tummy and a piffling under his pants. Finally, he took off his pants. And there was his shaft in all its hardness. So sexual. I took it in my hands. I touched it and played with his balls. I really liked his chunk ; it was very pleasurable to me to give him such pleasure.

'' One of my preferred parts was when he started kissing my heart. 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 pot and touch. I am fairly for certain that I cried out loudly when his backtalk and hands came in contact with my breasts. 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 knocker. I felt myself going wild knowing that he was gazing upon it. He kissed it, and he made me drunk. The feel of his tongue on my chest, his fingertips. I loved watching it all ; I can never suffer enough of it. I am a very ocular mortal. I love watching everything he does to me. The good deal is inebriating. I took off my apparel, and I love what he did. He stopped what he was doing for a second, and he looked me in the eye and said, `` You are beautiful. '' And then he returned to my boob. It felt like he could n't keep his men off my teat. He was driving me to ecstasy. He would wet his fingers on his tongue and play with my white meat in a manner that would drive me wild. He would pull my nipples. And I loved that he was approximate with them. I love it that he was not restraining himself. I remember very vividly once when he was licking my right breast. I could see his tongue running around my mammilla and licking my mamilla. It was so aphrodisiac. 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 munition above my head. My peak was soaking. He sat on me and played with my nipples. I loved it. And I loved seeing his cock so close to my typeface. I think I sucked on his finger a little, then he slide his cock in my waiting mouth, and I loved it. This is all a blur because it was so gratifying. I wanted him to f @ # $ my mouthpiece. It was amazing. I loved him being above me and putting his tool in my mouth.

'' I loved touching him to make him cum. It was so sexual ! I loved seeing his human face while I was pleasuring him. The tallness of pleasure was when he first touched me. I made him wait quite awhile and build up to it. He kept touching my thigh, my inner thigh, and my ass and getting so close to my blossom. I kept moving his mitt and pushing him away. I love resisting a man 's procession and making him try for it and defeat 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 neighboring room would call protection. I whispered in her ear to quiet down, and was surprised at the beautiful suffering she expended keeping her moan suppressed. Her passion was so obvious and devout. Pure ecstasy in action at law. zippo faked or put on.

The journal then chronicled, `` He kept getting so close to touching me and I kept moving his hand. Finally he pulled me on top of him. My legs were cattle ranch apart on either English of him. He put his workforce on my ass and pulled my ass wide apart. I was squirming I 'm sure. He got really close and then finally plunged a finger into my bloom. I felt like screaming. So much pleasure ! And I ca n't even get to say how much I loved him touching my ass. Some men do n't enjoy that, and I am so sword lily that he does. He ran his finger's breadth around my ass almost like he was rimming me but with his finger's breadth instead of his tongue. Then he laid me down with my vertebral column on the bed and started playing more with my flower. He groaned and said how good I felt. I felt his finger wandering around my sass. I wish he could have got looked at my blossom in the lamp light. It is so sexy. I wonder if he liked my back talk, although I am not sure if he got much of a good look at them. My plump, juicy flower lips are my favorite erotic feature on myself. I wish I had not been on my period. I wanted him to fellate on my lips so badly. Finally he sat up and touched me to ne plus ultra. He put a finger ( or maybe two ? I 'm not sure enough. ) in my flush and he put a finger in my ass, deep in my ass. He pushed me to the edge of ecstasy. My favorite matter of all is being fingered in the ass and heyday at the like time. I love it. I did n't want it to end, although he was being a little too rough since I had n't been touched for several months. One of the most pleasurable second 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 hands and knees for him to finger my ass. But it felt amazing as it was. I think I came, although the orgasm was n't very vivid. I wish I had not started my period, so I could bear relaxed and enjoyed it completely.

'' I just loved the way he was sexually. A footling prevailing. The perfect amount. Admiring and romantic and not crass at all. Sexy and so sexual. Oh and I wished I could have 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, so I could n't assure which matter he especially liked. I wanted to lick his globe, 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 belly, branch, cervix. I wanted him to kiss, lap, and nose candy on my right ear more. The whole night was Delicious. The way he looked at me made me finger so womanly. If I had known this was going to happen I would have worn pretty underclothing and shaved my legs and trimmed my hair. I hope he liked my flower. I felt drunkard from pleasure.

'' But I want so much more. I want to deep throat him more. I want him to taste me. I want the build up to learn even longer. I want him to hold me More. If I see him again, it is not going to be any gentle for him. I want to resist just as much and make him try for me. He has to overcome me to get to my breasts and flower. I just know the interplay of the masculine and the feminine, and he is so good at evoking the feeling of dividing line between man and woman. That is what love affair is. I want his strong hands to lie me down on the bed and slowly open my legs apart and then beleaguer me. Run his fingertips around the scheme of my underwear. Breathe warm breath on my flower through my underwear. Pull my underwear to the side and gaze upon my flower. hint around my flower with his fingertip but get hold of so long to touch it to repel me wild from desire. I want prolong teasing.

'' The initiative time he saw my chest, I felt so feminine. I want to know what he was thinking at each part. I want to acknowledge what he thought when his cock was in my throat. He told me what he thought of my breasts : that Grecians must make used a poser like me in sculpting their statues. He is so romantic and so masculine. I love it. I want to know if he really saw my ass. It is so sexy and wax and circle. I want to love how very much he wanted to buss me at dinner. I want to get it on what he thought when he first laid eyes on me. I want to know what he thought when he caught a coup d'oeil of my segmentation. I want to know what he thought of my soft skin. I want to sleep with all his view about everything in the evening. I want to hump every dimension 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 serve but enquire if he has many experiences like this in his business sector travels. Maybe I am but one of many lovers he encounters often in his locomotion. Ah well. One can never get it on. He is good-looking, classy, and quixotic, so I would not be surprised if many charwoman fell for him and want him.

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

And capital of Wisconsin did sustain me that night ... and in my retentivity, many to a greater extent night after that.

While it might seem strange, we never had coitus. She was saving herself for her husband, whomever that favourable man would turn out to be. And honestly, I did n't miss it for a present moment. 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 thing most.

James Madison and I would see each early two more times before she graduated and began traveling abroad. The followers times were more vivid and strong-arm, involving lots of oral sex, deep throating, 69ing, and anal experimentation. After one particularly exhausting daily round of climaxes, she snuggled against me and fell asleep with her head on my dresser. While I was n't catching her from a slip on the ice, I was providing a soft and good landing for this curious and sexy Cy Young woman.

During the last two meeting, she liked me being the polite assailant, and there would be no question as to whether she orgasmed. I always knew when I 'd succeeded because she 'd literally experience temblor through her toned quads that would flicker and spasm for min afterwards. I 'd utilize the one-in-ass-two-in-the-pussy proficiency multiple times, and often while sucking her goodish labia. And that ass ; oh my gosh. A perfect crumple pink penny-sized asshole that begged to be rimmed, licked and penetrated. Every part of Madison was just so all-fired fetching.

A theatrical role of me fell in love with this young fair sex, but my dedication to my kin prevented me from acting on any of the fantasies I created, including paying for Madison 's post-graduate piece of work in my home city so I could see her more often.

As it became exonerate that we would not likely see each other again, our electronic mail became more infrequent. Every so often I 'd get a missive like, `` I want your tongue so badly. Your tongue is incredible. Magical. I want you to nominate my thighs tremble. I want to be really f # @ % ed in the ass too. Make me sidesplitter ! '' My all-time deary was, `` You have no estimation how wild I am feeling ! I want you to ravish my consistency right now ! I would lick 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 require to lap up 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 European Economic Community. She teaches there now. As often as I fantasized about seeing her again and trying to imagine a future with her, there was none that I could pretend a world. We both needed to propel on. We had no future tense that I could piss veridical. I let go.

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

The annotation included one of the kindest affair 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 thoughts were that perhaps I was some form of loving paternal figure ? Rather forcefully, she corrected me, `` I was not attracted to because you were onetime. I was attracted to you, and you happened to be older. That 's all. ``

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

Sometime my mind wonders if we 'll ever span 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 association through the Atlanta airport - Madison 's home township - I catch myself thinking of her.

Author 's note : I welcome greenback from cleaning lady about this tarradiddle, either publicly or via the notation option. Chicago440 on the three-lettered chat system that begins and ends with the `` k '' speech sound and has an eye in the midsection .