TheBanyanTree: Possibilities....

[pat.martin]

Sachet:

Yes! Yes! Yes!  Do continue, please...

Good writing.  It captivated me; I want to read more.

Pat

----- Original Message -----
From: "Sachet" <sachet at iline.com>
To: "TBT" <thebanyantree at remsset.com>
Sent: Wednesday, July 09, 2003 6:41 PM
Subject: TheBanyanTree: Possibilities....


> it was just too easy and it honestly didn't seem real. Fill out the
> questionnaire, without lies and yet remember to keep private information
> securely hidden. She looked upon it as a game of sorts, no one could get
> hurt, she could stay safe, and it would be a focus for her pain, until
> she learned how to heal. It was to be a surreal dream, just out of
> reach, but close enough to tether her ricocheting emotions.
>
> Her first personal ad online or anywhere for that matter.
>
> It had to reflect both who she was and wanted yet to be.....
>
> It shouldn't be too blatant...... subtly was a must.
>
> "I would like....... time with a man who knows how to savor a
> relationship. Who understands the subtle intoxication of anticipation.
> One who wants to see past the facade I wear, into my soul. If I ask you
> to think of a candle, can you envision my finger playfully dancing in
> and out of the flame, as we talk, and would you understand when I dip my
> finger into the melting wax?
>
> If I sent you a Tootsie Pop would you smile as you placed it in your
mouth?
>
> Would you know why I love to swim, and what that conveys about my body
> and my expectations of yours?
>
> Would we need a word we'd both know was safe and ours alone?
>
> Tell me your thoughts about each question.........but of course.....
> only if you wish.
>
> Perhaps....you have some questions of your own for me as well?"
>
> She sent it off with a sigh, feeling a bit sad, and yet a tad excited
> too. Who knew what kind of replies would arrive into her mailbox?
>
> A few days passed and the replies starting coming in. Several from the
> eternally juvenile, asking her bra and panty sizes, which she ignored
> with a disgusted roll of her eyes. One from an obviously obtuse man who
> missed the whole point of her carefully worded entry and wanted to meet
> for drinks asap. But, there were some from men who took the time to
> seriously reply to each question, and those she did take the time to
> read. Wistfully, because none saw the multifaceted possibilities behind
> each question. She politely replied to all of them, and thanked them for
> their interest, gently declining further contact. On the last day of her
> ad though..... he wrote to her, replying to only one question, which was
> a bit bewildering. Until.....the next day she found another reply, to
> her second question. Each day he sent one more answer, never at the same
> time of day or night, so she never knew when to expect it, but an email
> was always there...waiting for her to read.
>
> He told her why he thought she liked to play with the candle flame, and
> he suggested he might know of other places where she might enjoy the
> feel of hot melted wax. He actually counted exactly how many licks it
> took to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop and contemplated exactly how
> many licks it might take for other things, and why taking turns was only
> fair, as well as fine & delectable.
> He wrote of cool blue water, and what it felt like to feel his body
> slicing past its gentle resistance, meeting the demands he placed upon
> it, tireless repetition, mindless satisfaction, firm muscles contracting
> and relaxing. He described the quiet pleasures of his waterworld; the
> muted sounds of splashing, the vibrant colors of the hot golden sun, the
> vastness of the blue sky, the verdant green of surrounding trees. She
> held her breath when she read his reply to her last question. For a word
> to be safe, there had to be trust, and he would like the time to build
> that gift of trust with her. If he provided a way for her to obtain a
> post office box, would she use it to accept small things from him?
> Tactile mail, on real paper, with other small surprises along the way.
> Anonymous and safely located in a large post office; he would know only
> the address she gave him, and she would have the only key.
>
> Tentatively, but impressed by the way he perceived her hesitancy and
> addressed each concern, she said yes. The next day, two emails arrived.
> The first one included all the information needed to order a post office
> box at her choice of several post offices he listed. They both knew the
> other lived within 50 miles of the city, since that was listed in the
> online information. Next, a Paypal notification arrived, letting her
> know that she had received the exact amount needed to pay for one full
> year of post office box fees. He had indeed thought of everything to
> make it easy and totally irresistible.....
>
>
> tbc.....
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>
> if you wish....
>
>
> ....Sachet
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