The one who got away. Not that Jake Telos was any great prize, especially in his current form, but maybe he'd have turned out better if Veronica had m...naged things differently.No, it was foolish to ponder what might have been. To live in the past and second guess herself. It was simultaneously selfish and unfair to herself. It was better this way. Jake had become the ghoul he was meant to be. The titan of industry that only men with his morbid sociopathy and total emptiness could rise to be in. Usually an autoreply. Well not always.But it's a given that men have to spend a great deal more energy on making any kind of connection online than women do. Serve us right, I guess.But (and I know you shouldn't begin a sentence with but, let alone two in a row), there is a lesson in this for the ladies.All you have to do is write two little words.I remember some time ago, on another site, where the trade is a little less specialist, getting one of the most concise yet arousing and inviting. Seeing that she was not going to answer his implied question, he tried a more direct approach."How much experience have you had with the BDSM lifestyle?" he asked."Why does that matter?" she returned, "I thought the whole point of the Program was to expose teenagers to sex and give them a healthier attitude towards it and their bodies." It is," he said, "but BDSM isn't just any sort of sex. It can be very rewarding when done correctly, but it's incredibly easy for an adult to overpower a child. I'd let him hear me, my moans of pleasure. I'd whispered his name. That was enough...For a long time, I swear it was. But then, he was nearby for business, he was a real-life possibility, and I'm weak.He asked me to come to him; he actually wanted me, for real. I said no! He pleaded; the "please baby" and "I need to see you" made me waver. The promise of a hot and steamy night was alluring, and eventually I caved.Excuses and lies came easily, sexy lingerie sneakily put on under my dress and I.