Going to NY might be delicious, but would it really tell me anything?
He was an attractive, sexy man so naturally it was intriguing bra picture in woman.
But what about the darker side?
How would I ever know?
I started to look at personal bra picture in woman ads on the net.
Somewhere one would click and maybe I could find out.
Night after night I read them and then bra picture in woman one night, in front of me on the screen, was the chance.
"Open-minded woman wanted. Push the envelope." I smiled.
It must be him.
That was his expression, but the city on the ad was Nawlins.
Nawlins.
My own back yard.
It couldn hurt to answer.
Buffy was a safe anonymous email.
What would I write?
"Here she is." Thats all I wrote.
Lets see what comes back, I thought.
"Meet me at McDougalls in the French Quarter. Wear a black dress, sheer stockings and black heels. No panties. Carry a copy of A Clockwork Orange in your hand. Ill know you." Ok, I thought.
This is how people get murdered and closed the box.
That night I was restless, tossing and turning.
Just once in my life I wanted to be wild.
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I wanted to take the plunge and see what it was like to freefall.
I printed out the email.
I sealed it in an envelope with instructions just in case.
If something happened, then there would be a lead.
I wrote back for a time.
"Saturday, 6 p.m." I took a deep breath and hit the send button.
The drive to Nawlins took forever.
Not longer than usual, but I was scared.
And I was wet.
I parked the car and went into the bar.
I sat down and ordered a drink.
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I sat there for about ten minutes.
Hes not coming, I thought.
Maybe that was good.
Maybe he was there and I didn please him.
Just then a tall man in his late 30s touched me on the shoulder.
"Yes." Was it him or just conversation.
"You must be very open-minded bra picture in woman Buffy." I smiled.
He was handsome bra picture in woman, not some slimmy guy.
We got up and walked over to a quiet table.
