A chance message on a website to a faceless, nameless couple. The usual banter back and forth using the typed word. Luckily I could type and was abl... to keep them interested with conversation. After several months of conversation and an exchange of as we found out later to be outdated pictures, a meeting was set. I remember the rain that evening as we drove to the meeting place, a nice restaurant in a neutral town. We parked and waited in the car as we had left far to early in sweet. Besides, it is somethingthat would shock you. But it is why I understand what Larry is goingthrough. I will help Larry. My price is for you not ask about my dealwith Larry. Don't ask Larry. Don't ask me. When it is time, Larry or Iwill tell you. Maybe together."I saw the look on Bobbie's face and the tone of her voice that shemeant what she said. I could also see that Larry was in the same mode.I said, "Deal. Now Larry, when we get you home, I am cooking a holidaytype meal in honor of. I believe her name is Constance Wells.” He stated, as he allowed his eyes to roam over the opening of her bathrobe that showed a bit more than Mallory realized.“What?” She questioned out loud. She had thought they were sending a man to write from the angle of an experience with a woman fantasy while she wrote of her experience with a man. She frowned as she thought about that.“I’m fairly sure she said she was with your magazine. I’ve not been assigned to her so I could be mistaken, but I. Simple, right? Wrong! I am not a patient person by nature. I may not verbalize my impatience, but I hate wasting time and waiting for a package feels like just that. Luckily, I had a lot of work to do and spent the next few days writing. I was working on plotting out the non-erotic book series I am working on when the doorbell rang. My heart leapt in my chest and I jumped up. Less than a minute later I had the precious package in hand and was heading back upstairs. I returned to my roomwhich.