They often conversed on the phone and became close friends. She constantly encouraged him to come see her, telling him how she'd fuck him senseless. H... was concerned about their age difference, but she said it didn't matter. She loved him, she had repeated. She assured him that it wasn't what you were, but who you were that mattered to her.Jim often shared with Missy his many fantasies and she encouraged him to write about them in story form. Many of them appeared pseudonymously on her site,. And some deep internal voicewas assuring her that everything would work outwonderfully. She stood, walked to the big window, andlooked out over the city. 'Would she leave with him rightnow?' he had asked her. She wondered where he wouldtake her. "Another country," he said in answer to her unspokenquestion. "When the time comes we will leave and may notcome back for years. . . . If ever." She closed her eyes and searched her feelings. Was thisreally what she wanted? Was he? 'When the time. ; I pulled it from my jacket pocket to check the caller I.D. It was Pat.Holding my finger to my lips, I answered. "Hey Pat how are you doing? Dead battery. I'll be sure Sharon knows you are okay and will be home as soon as you can get a battery. It's a shame you won't be home for Christmas day, I just finished delivering your gifts to Sharon. I'll explain to her that you didn't want to wake her up in the middle of the night. You know, Linda's in Dallas, I just may have your wife for Christmas. “Wow, you two are really ... close, aren’t you?” said Voss from a little further ahead.Katriana had to shade the sun from her eyes before answering him. “I’ve taken care of him my whole life. When I was four years old, my mother took me over to his crib and made me swear a blood oath to protect him.”“Hey, you two are nobles or something? I didn’t realize...”“Don’t worry about it. Our circumstances have changed since then, and we’re adventurers like you, now. But I’m never going to forget my.