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same name but not the same temperament as the one she loved.
    The third option was the turning point, as they would have said at work. The moment when the dark heart of the story was revealed, the actors turning on their better natures, chasing some false goal and tripping down the path of adventure or folly, racing towards their ultimate demise.
    This third click of her finger brought the world to her in vivid colour. This other David materialised in her room. It was the same name, but certainly not the same man. This David’s body was turning towards fat, and his skin, darker than the love of her life’s, came from a warmer climate, some place equatorial.
    Perhaps it was still there, for it was peppered with a glisten of sweat. A fine dusting of dark hair damp against almost-black nipples. And this man’s penis bore no similarity to the only member she had already met. This one was thick and meaty, the slightly flaccid flesh sponging out from short thick fingers, a blanket of skin surrounding it, a fat protective sock that lent the little protrusion inside all the tenderness of a startled animal.
    But as she watched, the animal grew bold, thrusting its head out of its hiding place, abandoning its blanket. She stared, transfixed, uncertain if this man with the same name as the gentle lover of her memory was an actor or a phantom of some previous moment, endlessly replayed on the merry-go-round of the world wide web.
    His greeting startled her. He leaned forward with his free hand, his left hand, and the misspelled words appeared at the bottom of the screen.
    Why dont u take yor shirt off sexxy.
    Susanna recoiled from the computer as if stung, remembering the webcam. The little dot in the top centre of the laptop. A device she had never used, assuming that she would have to do something, maybe go into settings, even to turn the thing on. She reached behind her and grabbed the first thing that came to hand, the scarf she had been wearing when she arrived home. She flung it over the computer, capturing the webcam in its folds as she might capture a Christmas beetle to stop it tangling in her hair.
    Behind the drape of the red scarf she could see the man working on his fully erect penis. She put her hand to her chest, noticed the wild beat of her heart and tried to calm it with deep regular breaths.
    There were new words on the bottom of the screen. She could see a few of them and it was the words that lured her to lift the edge of the scarf. If she left it draped over the top part of the computer she would be free to watch and not beseen. There was some comfort in this. She adjusted the fabric and concentrated on the words.
    Have you gone drling Come back you were soooo hot
    She thought about it. She reached out for the keyboard, shy Susanna who could never be drawn into a conversation. She found her fingers trembling a little on the keys.
    I am still here. I am watching.
    your camera drpped out. His one-handed jumbled conversation. turn yr caera back on u so hot
    And Susanna, calmer now: I will watch but you can’t see me.
    ok. do u like what you c
    I can’t see the bottom of your hand, I can’t see all of you
    Tell me wht u can c hottie. say those drty words
    I can see your cock. A little blush, a little wave of adrenaline racing along her veins. I can see the head of your cock and the shaft and some of your hand. I can see your nipples, you have dark nipples. I can see your hairy chest but the camera stops short of your neck. I can’t see your balls.
    u want to c my balls?
    I am curious. I have only seen one man’s balls
    tell me what his balls r like
    She typed quickly and with a growing confidence. She felt the rise of her own pleasure. It was like that first time, the quick insistence of her lust rearing suddenly, obliterating her shyness as it warmed her loins.
    Smooth. Almost hairless, tight, and with a little dark line running down the length of them. When he came they tightened in my mouth. I liked that. That