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had been
eager to see him again. My life had been better since he was in it. I
had driven a little too fast on the way here. Of course, I hadn't
gotten caught, but we had talked about that. I didn't want to confess
that I had been bad after being good for so long. I rang his doorbell
and he opened up right away.
    I
smiled at him. He smiled back like he had honestly missed me. I
wondered what his neighbors thought with so many women coming and
going.
    He
took my coat again and I wondered in the direction of the kitchen. My
coffee was already waiting for me. It was steaming hot. Just the way
my fingers liked it. I was working on several books at the moment. I
typed all day every day, no Sundays off for me.
    I
sat down at my spot and waited for him to come in and sit down. He
did but he kept his eyes on my hands.
    “ It's
warm out why are you doing that?” I knew he meant my fingers.
    “ I
always do that. It's a habit. Does it bother you?” If he had a
thousand and one pet peeves then I would be out of here fast.
    “ No,
I just wondered. It's so hot out I thought about offering you
something cool to drink.” He was smiling and wondering about me. As
always he so worried. “You wanted to talk to me again?”
    “ Yes,
just a couple of quick questions. I was just wondering about a few
things. I want to make it clear that I haven't changed my mind. I
just wanted more information. I wasn't trying to accuse you of
anything, I was just wondering what the difference between – I mean
where is the line drawn between – abuse and discipline?” There I
had said it and somewhat coherently too.
    I
had been able to spit it out while his eyes laughed at me. He was
used to my funny way of talking. I could have probably knocked him
over with a feather if I told him how I earned my money.
    “ Like
I said before, that is an excellent question. I think the best way to
explain it is uncontrolled anger. If you were to do something that is
beneath you like being mean to someone you care about and hurting
their feelings or endangering yourself or someone else then I would
be very angry with you and I would do what was possible to ensure
that you wouldn't do anything along those lines again but I wouldn't
beat on you, hitting you somewhere where you could get seriously
hurt. No, I would take you over my knees and pull you close so you
wouldn't feel left alone or unwanted. Then I would spank your bottom
and just your bottom until I was sure you had learned your lesson. If
you would repeat the same mistake. I would make my position even
clearer so you would understand how serious I was.
    “ Abuse
would be defined as me not being in control. That is something that
is completely unacceptable and has nothing to do with discipline.”
His face was so serious as he spoke.
    I
nodded and didn't meet his eye. Did he know that I had sped here this
evening?
    “ Do
you have something that you want to tell me?” His serious face got
even worse.
    I
felt the heat rising to my face. He was staring me down. I was
squirming on my chair. How was he doing that, I wondered? I shook my
head.
    He
sighed, obviously disappointed in me. “How am I supposed to help
you if you lie to me?” His voice was still nice and patient, but I
had an enormous feeling of guilt.
    I
looked into my coffee and then back to him. “I – It doesn't
matter. I will never bother you again. I promise.”
    “ The
thing is that I worry about you, a lot. I know you can do better and
be more if you could just slow down a little. You just get so caught
up in things that you forget yourself. Now, I'm not giving you any
excuses. I'm just saying that you wouldn't do or say things you know
perfectly well that you shouldn't if you would just stop and think.”
    Was
he spying on me? That was of course the truth, but how did he know
that? I felt like running out of here screaming 'stalker'.
    “ What's
wrong, don't you agree?” He took a sip of his coffee.
    “ I
was just wondering how you got