MasukY0urM1n3 “Hello my Angel”
LuvNHugs “Hello :-)”
Y0urM1n3 “I hope you are well Angel, I’ve thought about you.”
LuvNHugs “I thought about you too, I’m well thanks. I hope you are too”
Y0urM1n3 “Tell me more about you Angel, what color is your hair?”
LuvNHugs “Auburn, it’s curly and long, to my waist.”
Y0urM1n3 “Mm sounds beautiful, and your eyes?”
LuvNHugs “Green, really green.”
Y0urM1n3 “Perfect combination Angel, I have blue eyes and well mostly Dark brown hair, I’m afraid there’s a few grays in there now.”
LuvNHugs “I’m sure it’s wonderful, works for George Clooney right?
Y0urM1n3 “You’re very sweet, you like Clooney?”
LuvNHugs “Sure, he’s pretty hot.”
Y0urM1n3 “Hmm… what else do you think is hot Angel?”
LuvNHugs “I’m not sure what you mean?
Y0urM1n3 “**Grin** You know… tell me what gets you going when you’re with a guy? What turns you on?”
LuvNHugs “Well, I don’t really know, I’ve never been with anyone?”
Y0urM1n3 “Never? With anyone? You’re a virgin?”
LuvNHugs “Yeah”
Y0urM1n3 “I never thought anyone got to 20 a virgin anymore… Angel… your writing? This is all fantasy? You’ve done other stuff with guys?”
LuvNHugs “No, truth is, I’ve not even been kissed. It just didn’t happen, I’m kinda picky, and I guess, broken”
Y0urM1n3 “*Frown* Why broken my Angel?”
LuvNHugs “I just don’t know how to do all that in real life, when any guy got close I just freak out and push him away, afraid he’d hurt me… but I’m hurting myself… why am I telling you this? I’m sorry, I guess you prefer more actual experience.”
Y0urM1n3 “I asked you Angel, don’t be sorry. I really appreciate your honesty, you’re very brave… and for the record, you write hotter stories than any so called ‘experienced’ woman I’ve known if our last experience was anything to go by. "
LuvNHugs “Thank you, you’re so kind. But you aren’t here to be my therapist.”
Y0urM1n3 “Angel… I told you, you’re mine now, and I will be whatever you need. *Hugs you tightly*”
LuvNHugs “I’ve been wittering on for hours, I’m sorry, you didn’t come here for this?”
Y0urM1n3 “Angel, I came to talk to you, and I’ve enjoyed every minute. What did you think I wanted?”
LuvNHugs “I thought you would want… to finish our picnic.”
Y0urM1n3 “Oh I intend to do just that sweet Angel, and so much more… but you’ve been so open, I think you deserve to know a little more about me. If you’re interested.”
LuvNHugs “Definitely interested”
Y0urM1n3 “You’ve been so honest with me Angel, I will do the same, but you may not like all of it.”
LuvNHugs “You’ve listened to me, I’ll do the same, I’m not quick to judgment.”
Y0urM1n3 “Well, I’ll get the worst out there first, at least what I think is the worst. I’m married, and I know it’s such a cliche, but we really do live separate lives. She is out right now with her friends and I know she sees other guys, and she knows I’m not faithful either.”
LuvNHugs “I’m sure you have your reasons. My mom always says nobody knows what goes on in another person’s marriage but them. If you both know though, why not divorce?”
Y0urM1n3 “*Smiles* It’s a good question Angel, but I can’t do that to her. I do care about her, an awful lot, but we quickly found out we weren’t a good fit. We signed a Pre-Nup and she would be left with nothing if we divorced. She doesn’t work, kind of a professional wife if you know what I mean; hosting parties and on my arm looking pretty for the right people. She hasn’t had any other life, but we haven’t slept together for years. So we agreed to this arrangement. It isn’t ideal but right or wrong I made a commitment to her so here we are.”
LuvNHugs “You’re a good man.”
Y0urM1n3 “*Wicked Grin* Sweet Angel, I am anything but that.”
LuvNHugs “So, what brought you to the chat room? Sounds like you have a pretty healthy sex life.”
Y0urM1n3 “Oh Angel, my sweet innocent girl, there is so much more to be had than just a regular release. I guess I was looking for a connection, someone to be interested in something other than my money. Here, I’m anonymous… well not quite so much with you now it seems. *Grins*”
LuvNHugs “From what I know, you seem like a good guy, someone who deserves all the best things in life, certainly more than a wife you don’t love and a sexually repressed student who writes a bit.”
Y0urM1n3 “Angel, if only life was so simple, and stop putting yourself down, you’re taking your time exploring your sexuality, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
LuvNHugs “There’s not much right with it either”
LuvNHugs “I’m sorry, you were being kind.”
Y0urM1n3 “Angel, I was being honest, and I want so much to see the day you believe you are as wonderful as I do.”
LuvNHugs “But you barely know me?”
Y0urM1n3 “I know enough… sweet Angel I need to go, I’ve enjoyed tonight so much.”
LuvNHugs “Oh OK, sweet dreams…. I need a name for you like you have for me”
Y0urM1n3 “*Grin* how do you feel about calling me Sir?”
LuvNHugs “I feel great Sir, goodnight.”
Y0urM1n3 “Sweet dreams, my Angel, we will talk again soon. *Kisses you softly*”
The martini did help me relax and soon we were talking and laughing in a way I had never imagined I would with any man. He asked me questions, about my life, my likes, my passion for literature and writing. He was so curious and interested I realized as dessert arrived that we had almost exclusively talked about me.“I’m so sorry, we’ve been talking about me all night…” I giggled the waiter placed a second glass of wine in front of Rob and a glass of Orange juice for myself. I had stopped at one glass of wine after the Martini “…I didn’t think I was that interesting.”He sipped at his wine and studied me a few moments. “Oh Angel, you are very interesting indeed. But, fair’s fair. You’ve answered my questions… what do you want to know?”I took a deep breath, there were so many questions, I didn’t know where to start. The mood between us was light and I was enjoying it and didn’t want spoil that.“Why do you call me Angel?” I asked,He raised a brow “So we’re talking about you again?” h
The next week was a mixture of torment and enlightenment. He was true to his word, I had emailed my dorm address, but he never responded. He never appeared on AOL chat either. I considered visiting the chat room we had met, but I knew he wouldn’t be there and if he did find me there he would be angry. I wanted to know more about him though, so a few days after the party when I got an invite from Sarah for coffee, I accepted.She was far more serious than I remembered her, and I wondered if her marriage was a reason for that. She didn’t talk much about her soon to be ex-husband but it was clear she had been very hurt. She was grateful for someone else to help with her two young children though, aged 5 and 8. They were very clingy and the most serious children I’d ever known. They wouldn’t run around and play by themselves, and always insisted on Sarah being part of any activity they were doing. I would try to encourage them to play a game together while Sarah and I talked in the same r
I emailed him that night, with the knowledge he was just in the house next door.From:Eve MontgomeryTo:Rob CartridgeSubject: I don't know what to saySir, I cannot tell you how much today has affected me. I know I couldn't say it in person, so maybe it's best I just write. The night before last, when you suggested we meet, I was scared, as I always am when someone really shows an interest in me. Somehow, when it's just the written word, it feels safe, and I can be who I want to be, but I know that is so different from the person I really am. I think I've told you about some of this already and I hope you understand, I believed you would only be disappointed, or even worse, maybe I would. Then today, when I stood before you, knowing who you are, who you already were to me, I felt like I was in a dream. You said Sarah told you I idolized you when I was a child, she was right; I thought you were my sun and moon. You were always so sweet and kind, and funny. You never made me feel like
The next couple of hours were agonizing, my parents would parade me round with them telling everyone how proud they were. I would be reminded again and again that I was a little miracle, coming when they’d long given up trying to conceive. I would be told I must meet so many children and grandchildren who were also living in New York I was glad I didn’t have my address book with me or my mother would have made me take names. All the while I could feel him watching me, when I would dare a glance he would be talking with someone else, but always facing my direction his eyes flicking up to meet mine briefly before I looked away again. It couldn’t be him, he couldn’t be here, not after last night, not after… that scene we shared, oh God I thought I would die of shame. After so much attention I needed to be alone, I excused myself and headed to the upstairs bathroom. Almost everyone was out in the garden, it was an unusually warm spring day and the house was all but empty except for
I did not sleep well that night, my bed felt cold and unfamiliar and my mind would not stop going over the conversation with Y0urM1n3. He had been so kind to me, so patient and tender and I knew how awful it was that I ran the way I did. By morning I had resolved that I had done the right thing, he was much older and married and as sweet as he’d been online there really couldn’t be anything more between us. I had done the right thing, even if my stomach twisted at the memory. I came down for breakfast, Mum was already flitting around like a butterfly, she was helping Amy set up their garden for the party, which would be starting that afternoon. “The caterer has called saying they may be late, I told them, they’ll be there early or on time or they won’t be paid. Simple as that.” she called as she stepped out the back door “I’m just going to update Amy, she’ll be furious.” I cut into a pancake and silently wondered if Amy might have preferred the news by telephone, but then th
We chatted every day after that, sometimes only for a few minutes, as he was so busy, but mostly at night we would talk about all kinds of things, family, music, never quite giving out enough information to fully identify ourselves, but nevertheless getting to know each other. I found myself sharing my issues with making friends my own age and my theory relating to my older parents. There was a freedom in sharing my innermost thoughts with someone and I wondered if this is what it must be like to have a best friend. We never did complete our picnic scene but he remained affectionate and kind and I knew I was falling fast.It was soon Spring Break and I’d told him I was heading home, to Rye. I let him know that I should still be able to chat from my computer at home, I found myself looking forward to finding his name light up on my friends list. He encouraged me to enjoy my break, and not to worry about chatting with him.Y0urM1n3 “But don’t forget Angel, you’re mine”He signed off the







