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thick fingers slide
inside me down and then up finding my clit swollen and aching for
him. My knees give way and his arm is there around my waist holding
me up against him. Just a few swipes of my clit is all it takes and
I come apart in his arms.
    “That’s a good girl.” He soothes me as I
shake in his arms. Then a car door slams close by.
    Shock and shame flares at the extremely
public location between my car and an SUV. What the fuck was the
matter with me? I bend down to pick up my keys and he backs up to
give me some room. “I can’t believe we did that. I, look this isn’t
going to happen. I don’t want to get involved with anyone. I
definitely don’t want a stalker. I’m really sorry if you feel like
I led you on and maybe I did. Again, I’m sorry for that. I have to
go.”
    He catches my car door. “Give me your
number.” It was an order and everything that I’ve promised I would
never deal with.
    “No. I mean it, absolutely not. Let go of the
door or I swear to god I’ll report you for harassment.” He lets go
of the door and I slam it shut and start my car. Grateful no one is
behind me, I pull out and skid out of the parking lot.
    I’m still shaking as I drive home. I tell
myself it’s everything I deserve. I’d been stupid and I was paying
the price. It didn’t matter I had never shown my face. I’d made the
ultimate mistake and shown someone I wanted them. How had I not
learned after the last time? Remembering the last time my stomach
begins to churn with fear. When was I going to learn?

Chapter Three
     
     
    When I get home I delete my throwaway account
and remove the site from my favorites. I’m done, no more posts, no
more pictures.
    The next week flies by as I throw myself into
work and I’m rewarded by a compliment from my boss for all my hard
work. As the week draws to an end, I listen to Claire complaining
about Daryl planning a vacation with his brother to the coast for
fishing. He’d be gone during their anniversary. Of course, he still
hadn’t asked Claire to marry him. Claire is finally beginning to
wonder if he ever will. Although I want to, I don’t say anything
except the acceptable agreeing he was an asshole and become
engrossed with an email when it comes to the marriage thing. Claire
asks if I would be willing to go with her to Dallas to do some
shopping and although I have not a thing planned this weekend I
make something up. I have no desire to get into the middle of what
was going on. Especially if Claire is unwilling to see the truth of
the man she’s with. Claire is disappointed but understanding.
    Friday night I clean and nicely tired out, I
fall onto the couch with a book. It’s around ten thirty when my
phone rings and curious, wondering who it could be, I answer.
    “Hello?”
    “Abby, it’s Jack. Please don’t hang up. After
so long, the back and forth the sexual and the nonsexual, you’ve
been so responsive. The things you’ve told me you wanted to do to
me, the things you wanted me to do to you and then the way you
shared more than that. I thought for sure you were just nervous. I
really thought when we met you would be reassured and we could take
things to the next level. I didn’t mean to make it so that you went
off the website.”
    I want to hang up, but after thinking about
the past few months I know now I owe him some kind of explanation.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let things go so far between us
when I had absolutely no plans to follow through. You were the only
guy who seemed normal. The others eventually acted like it was a
bad porno we were supposed to act out. I had no idea what I was
doing on that site. I was just curious at first and then it just, I
think it got out of my control. It felt safe from behind a computer
and I shouldn’t have kept going the way I did. I’m not ready to be
with someone and I hate to tell you this but I definitely don’t
like cops. I don’t like being ordered around, controlled or
manipulated.