Emma was relieved that Officer Campbell didn’t mention her erotic gasp and hoped that meant she didn’t notice. She eased herself up and rubbed her...bottom skewing around to see the raised red welts although looking whiter because of the cream. She stopped rubbing though and went to the chair and picking up her knickers and carefully stepped into them making sure she eased the elastic against her skin.She then picked up her bra and slipped the straps up her arms before putting her arms behind her. Jane Doe arrived at home that night in time for dinner with herparents. Sitting in the living room, her mother told her, "Dianethere's someone here who really wants to see you."Immediately taken aback, Jane Doe began searching nervously. The soundof male footsteps descending a staircase was heard. In her heart ofhearts, she secretly hoped it was Aaron. Over the past few days, she'dthought about the young man who saved her with increasing fondness, andregret over the harshness with which she'd. How many times a day did he sing it, she wondered? How many of those were the disasters in the making that her first tow marriages had been? Her eyes drifted to Elvis’s right. He stood there in a suit. Simple but functional like the man. His shoulders were broad. Broad enough to carry the baggage that she had brought to this relationship. Broad enough to break down the doors…walls…fortresses…that she had built around her heart. Lynn smiled and tried to focus upon his face. But the tears must. “So where the hell are you?” I typed. “Near Dallas,” Frank typed back. "Holy smokes; I live in Dallas!" “We should meet up sometime,” Frank wrote back. My womanly senses tingled at the thought of seeing Frank again. “I’ve aged,” I replied. “Do you have a picture to share?” he emailed back. I looked through my photos and found one that I liked and emailed it to him. “Wowza!” Frank responded. We exchanged phone numbers. Within a few minutes, we were chatting on the phone. It was great to hear.