And I was out of there. I took the trolley home and once there stripped down naked and laid out on the bed. I sent a selfie to Mel that said, Im all y...urs. I was disappointed because I got no answer. I put on some sweats and checked to see what I had to fix for dinner. Then my cell buzzed and there was a message from Mel that said he had checked the bus and there was one that left at 6 and he would pick me up at the station at 7:15. I looked at my watch and it was 10 after 5. I could make it. It was probably because of his opinion of women; some may think it was an old fashioned view mixed with some kind of anti-feminine view. He was a powerful man and believed that women were to be overpowered, to be owned. He believed that their only purpose was to serve men. The modern woman almost sickened him, he hated that women were actually able to control their husbands. That should not be where the dominance lies, any man that lets that happen to him is not a man at all. He hated women. [1/21/2012 11:18:19 PM] S: my dick is stroking your clit[1/21/2012 11:18:35 PM] S: your legs are widening inviting me in[1/21/2012 11:18:36 PM] J: Oh no. Slowly this time. Make me ache for you.[1/21/2012 11:18:45 PM] J: Tease me.[1/21/2012 11:18:53 PM] J: Touch me.[1/21/2012 11:18:55 PM] S: I still don't go in, teasing you with my cock[1/21/2012 11:19:04 PM] S: uncanny[1/21/2012 11:19:37 PM] J: Kissss me...[1/21/2012 11:20:12 PM] S: sucking each others tongues, you're begging me to enter. I could go to my own email account and send one from there; so I can look over the wall from my prison, but the gate is locked. Well ... not really surprising, surely? Disappointment, but no surprise. And yet, there is still Outlook. Is it worth checking?I click the Outlook icon – and it launches! Once more, elation and hope surge within me:The inbox is empty.Click! I go to New Mail Message. The familiar email proforma opens.I write quickly and accurately. I am naked but I am sweating:I type in.