The internet was taking its first baby steps and people were discovering the likes of A0L and to a lesser extent local messaging or electronic “bull...tin boards”. How many of you out there remember dial-up modems? Cable TV was still mostly commercial free. Ah, good times. So in that frame of mind enjoy the memory.*** I stretched my aching back while sitting in my office chair at my desk in front of my computer. The trilling warble of the dial up modem as it made the connection to my. Suddenly I tried to tear it, to rip it. Nothing I did made any difference, all my strength useless against the fabric. That was how everything felt at the moment.Nothing I did would make the least change today.The knock on the door, this time, was less pleasant. Impatient. The world wanted to see me naked.** ** ** ** ** **My white sandals crunched the gravel of the path underfoot as I walked through flowers. Hundreds, thousands. All bright shades and frilly leafed. Their normal growth trimmed. We met at school and I sat in the storage room thinking of how I was going to do this, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Knowing that it was her I jumped up and opened the door. There she was, standing in all her beauty. My cock immediantly grew to its full extent. She locked the door behind her and we walked over to our usual spot to sit and talk. She kept asking what the surprise was but I wouldn’t tell. I gently kissed her on her lips, and we kept going on at this for several minutes. The area code was meaningless, the number, even more so. I opened the phone. ‘Hello?’ I answered as cheerfully as I could, hoping against hope it was a telemarketer I could ream out for calling a private cell number on the do-not-call registry. I love to abuse those assholes. ‘They found bones,’ said the voice, a woman’s voice, a voice familiar to me if not entirely recognizable. A moment later, the full effect of the words slammed into me. ‘Oh, hi, Linda, nice to hear from you. Doing fine,.