We sit there for about 15 minutes, making small talk, sipping on beer,when you ask me out of the blue, “So, how did that online thing go?”I smile,...look down, seeming a bit shy, “Well, ok I guess. I mean, itisn’t something I’ve ever tried before. There are certainly a lot ofdifferent types on there.”You laugh, “You mean crazy people.”I laugh back, “Yeah, I guess I do, crazy people.”A somewhat awkward pause falls between us. Then you look up, “So, then,dating hasn’t been too fruitful. .”“I just never thought …this…would actually happen.” We are at the car now. I lean her against the car. I caress the side of her face, my fingers trailing off into her hair. Gentle this time, I kiss her again. Sweetly with my lips pressed to hers I want to taste her again. She leans into the kiss. I feel that spark ignite in her. That is what I was waiting for; my hands go straight for the buttons on her blouse. Just unbuttoning a few, I want to be able to reach those gorgeous breasts. As I. She had a curved nose, a pretty smile, curly dark hair and somewhat dark skin. She looked very "Jewish" to pardon the expression. She weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds and LOVED to have her stomach rubbed. That was our life. We lived in a big mansion in Atlanta but we frequently traveled. When we drove around the city we usually took the Rolls-Royce but Mistress had about twenty other cars depending on the case. There was a pool outside the mansion that we could walk out to and swim. "Why would you want someone as lowly and simple as me? Frak it, Nick! I love you, but I couldn't see any reason you would want to be with me. You could have anyone you wanted, with your switches." Her gaze grew fiercer then. "I didn't want to stand in your way, but after what you did in there, I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep you." I almost...almost, laughed at her Battlestar Galactica terminology.I could still hear the uncertainty and fear in her voice, as she turned her face to mine..