TheBanyanTree: possibilities.....part 2

[Sachet]

  Part 2...

The first day she went to the post office, she was anxious and excited. 
When she opened the door to her box, she sighed in relief to find a 
letter waiting. It made everything more real to actually see his 
handwriting on the gray envelope. After carefully opening it she noticed 
the way the dove gray paper matched the envelope. A small detail, 
providing yet one more insight into this man. Strong black handwriting 
filled the page. He wrote that he wanted to learn more about 
her.....likes, dislikes, favorite things....simple innocuous things, as 
much or as little as she felt comfortable sharing. He offered the same 
in return. She took a deep breath, reassured that she wasn't diving 
headfirst into a whirlpool of the unknown. He was setting a slow pace, 
one that made her feel as if she were still in control. He only 
requested that she reply in kind, on real paper, so that he too, could 
have something she had touched.

During the next week or so they wrote of favorite foods, color 
preferences, musical interests, books read and yet to read, places each 
enjoyed visiting, pets, hobbies and other benign interests. Her comfort 
level grew...... as was intended.

The following week he sent her a chain link bracelet and asked if she 
would wear it with the post office box key attached like a charm. He 
explained that he wanted to know she was thinking of him whenever she 
saw or felt it, and what might be waiting for her next in her mail box. 
It worked. She noticed the key all throughout her day, and for a few 
seconds she would smile, pondering his intentions, especially when she 
swam and felt the bracelet sliding around her wrist in the crystalline 
water.

His next gift was a small blue vial of oil - softly reminiscent of warm 
vanilla, with an underlying scent of a spice she couldn't quite define - 
slightly exotic, subtle and sensual. He asked that she wear it each day 
and..... night. She shivered a bit when she read how he phrased it, with 
an obvious little pause in his writing to call attention to the word 
night. He wanted her to dab a tiny bit behind each knee, inside each 
elbow, in the hollow of her neck, on each breast and high on her thigh. 
She was to slowly rub it into her skin, feeling its silky softness work 
its way into her pores, sending a fragrant cloud of scent to tease her 
now and then as she moved around throughout the day. He also asked that 
she write and tell him how it made her feel, with careful attention to 
details. Surprise emails arrived to remind her that he was wanting to 
read her reply.

tbc.....



;-)



...Sachet
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