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Part 2...<br>
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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.<br>
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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.<br>
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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.<br>
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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.<br>
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tbc.....<br>
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<span class="moz-smiley-s3"><span> ;-) </span></span><br>
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...Sachet<br>
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