When I checked my email Friday morning, there was one from Ms. Anders, simple and just a few words."If you want to move a head, meet me at the Starbuc...s rather than my condo. 3pm sharp."I was an emotional wreck. I knew that I would be unable to resist meeting her and I knew that she would set the stage for me to beg to be a part of sexual things that had only lived in my fantasies. I knew that in her presence, I would be the worst kind of slut. She would be in control of my sexuality and I. She was panicked beyond belief, and no words would come to her. She could feel her heart beating frantically in her chest, and she wanted to run away - but couldn't.She opened her mouth to try again, but was saved the trouble as Laura spoke first. "Kelly, it's okay," she murmured reassuringly, "Really. I've known for quite some time now. You know you're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are."Kelly felt her hope falter, and imagined herself turning an even deeper shade of red, if that was. And she busied herself cleaning the house, making a salad and having two glasses of wine. She began to cry around nine and chastised herself for being so weak, went to bed.She was deep in an erotic dream in which she wore black stockings and a garter belt when the ringing of the phone woke her.Her voice was groggy with sleep and fear. "Hello?" Had something happened to Michael?" Get dressed and come here now!" David's voice commanded."David?" Woke you up did I?" Uh, yes." Grab a pen and paper. "You know" she said "when I first learned I was going to die, I was terrified. Then, as we made the plans, I began to accept it as just something that must be. But today, after feeling what its like to lie here... I feel so wonderful.. I hope this doesn't sound odd .. I think I would be disappointed if I were cured. Does it sound crazy to say I can hardly wait for it to happen?" I don't know" responded Norm "I have never heard that from one of my clients before. But most of them are delivered.