We chatted in gtalk and he gave me mental support which i never can forget. He was a very nice person. He had become my close friend. Except in Gtalk ...e never spoke. He never asked for my number or anything. He shared so many things and i too. he loved her gal very much. I could feel it. I can say all these readers I never met such a guy again. He respected his girl even she broke his heart completely, other girls too. He got many girls when he was in relationship but he turned down them. She planned it, and I made sure her efforts weren't wasted.This is the sports fan who made a bet that she could distract me while I was watching football. I told her that buying a vibrator was cheating. I never did see the end of the game.And now, somehow, this is the girl who is spooned in front of me in our bed, naked and soft, warm and sleepy, her dark hair sprawling over our pillows.I can't see her eyes, but I know they glitter wetly, mirrors of her happiness.She pushes slightly towards me. .. justice oriented, shall we say. When they take charge, a person suffers.”“Like Hell,” said Caroline.“If you hadn’t gotten hacked and were still in the mortal world, what’s the worst thing you can imagine happening to you?”Caroline frowned. She could think of lots of things she didn’t like. But prioritizing them was difficult. Still, this was the first time Chad had given up anything about the mysterious Powers That Be, so she took his question seriously.“I don’t know about worst, but my. .it is time for you to accept some truths.”Whether it was my current position, dressed in lingerie presenting myself on Mistress Alyson’s patio my clothes/phone/car keys visibly removed from me, or Mistress Alyson’s previous influence/training online and by phone. I responded in the only way I could think of...the only way I wanted to respond.“Yes, Mistress Alyson.” I picked up the leather hood (with blindfold), nipple-clamps and dildo and finally entered Mistress Alyson’s home. As I walked.