Dialogue-3

Anita awoke from a sound sleep. "What?" She'd been dreaming something and answered a question in that dream. The dream gone just like her answer. She'd fallen asleep after her husband left for work on the little sofa in the storage-study. Looking at her watch she realized it would be time to meet Drell7. Truth, she was late.

The computer seemed unable to sign on quick enough. The blue would not fill up the entire bar. 'come on.' Alone again, like last night, with her husband away at work. She found herself almost in tears because she might be too late to connect with Drell. Last night did not go well. Kitegrl did not fly high or at all. The connection hit home. In the distance there was the television talking about a woman found in a motel, killed by strangulation. Anita tried to pay it no attention. (No leads, mother of two...) Anita snatched up the remote popped out of the plush red chair took a few steps and hit mute.

...No Drell7. Anita sat for a moment twirling her hair. She checked her watch. Time to make a sandwich. Venturing into the mocha kitchen she put peanut butter and jam to bread and got herself some milk. She made sure to get back into the study in a hurry. By the time she'd taken a bite and made her way back Drell7 was waiting on her.

Drell7: Hello, Kitegrl.

Kitegrl: I'm sorry about not playing the game. I was nervous.

Drell7: I don't mind. We can move slower. Can I tell you about me? :-) Please?

Kitegrl: Sure, I don't see why not. Can I ask questions?

The previous overture between them had been lots of false starts and her not wanting to commit to any erotica. In the end little was said and nothing got done.

Drell7: No. Just let me talk...you listen.

Anita was not sure if she were happy or simply at a loss. Her eyes, if anyone could have seen, were filled with wonder along with apprehension. She was almost frozen with her hands lifted off the keyboard, waiting. She blinked and tilted her head. Drell did not respond. Anita was about to type something when a rather long message appeared. She read it.

Drell7: I'll tell you the truth. I'm 5' 8" and have auburn hair. I am fit, about my ideal weight and have sharp blue eyes. I love to talk to women that are not judgemental or uptight about sex. (I don't think you really are uptight, just unsure) After our talk I tired to imagine your voice and what you look like. You don't describe enough. My penis is 6 & 1/2 inches long and about 4 inches around. Your turn. :-)

Anita blankly gawked at the last couple sentences. "I don't describe enough?" She said to no one in particular. "You describe too much." Her face flushed and she took a swig of her milk and bit into the peanut butter. Could she do this. She wanted to imagine the penis, his penis. Drell's body. But could she? Should she do this? She kicked off her slippers and felt the cool carpet under her feet.

Kitegrl: I'm 5'6" and have shoulder length brown hair, Drell, and sea green eyes. I've mostly kept my figure and I was wondering... are you circumcised?

Anita was shocked she'd written that. How could she? But she wanted to imagine it. Before she could apologize, she was writing it when the message came in, Drell responded.

Drell7: No. You have to pull back the skin to lick the head otherwise all you get is the skin.

Her face flushed. Her heart picked up and she could feel herself getting warm. What was she doing? Anita put her hand on her chest and gasped. This guy was so forward and she a married woman. Of course Drell did not know that and she wasn't about to tell him.

The front doorbell rang. The sound nearly made Anita jump. Who could that be? It wasn't too late but still who'd be at the house on a Friday night? Then she recalled telling Jane Linsby her only friend in the whole world to come over for "movie" night.

Drell7: What are you wearing? Do you want me to tell you what I have on...and then I can take it off as you tell me? We can do whatever you want.

Kitegrl: I have to go.

To be continued...