(illona: this one particularly amuses me as it is a short story about phone sex. Just change
the phone for a computer and {shakes her head} anyway, {laughs} shame I can't reproduce the whole
text really, I'm sure there would be a lot of red faces out there. Has a chilling ending though
{grins} .......read on....)
- "Hello?"
"Hello, Jennifer, you still there?"
"Yes, here I am. I was praying we wouldn't get cut off....you wouldn't believe how many times
it happens, switching to one-on-one. I used to think maybe it was my phone, but it seems to happen
to everyone."
 "Yes,
yes, just you and me, Roland. I really liked what you said out here. About pain and pleasure,
and the passing of the years? Well, that's kind of how my life's been too. I don't want to talk
about it now, of course, but it struck a chord with me. Just listening to you made me shivery,
and I knew we'd be good together, you know?"
"I'm glad...because that pain is a part of what I am, Jennifer. A small part, I hope, but
nonetheless a vital one."
"You sound.....wise. How old are you?"......
- "Really ? What are you wearing? Or not wearing?"........
- "No. No, it sounds wonderful. I can imagine you, in your emerald finery, squirming while
you talk, and.....Are you in bed ?"..........
- "Jennifer, it's been such a long time, you have to....."
"In the Hall, and in your room now, I tell you to take your tower in your hands. Stroke yourself
gently. Do it, while I smile at you, sitting back on my heels, hands on my hips, red hair in
a cloud around these creamy white shoulders. Blood is smeared on your neck. It's pooling between
my breasts, but I don't give you release."
"I can't come like this Jennifer."
"No, you can't can you? You have to ask me, don't you? You have to be invited. You can't come
til I give permission, and you have to beg me to hurt you, or it won't happen."
"I am begging."
"No, Roland, I mean you have to fly over here, right now, and bite me a little. Then you have
to let me chain you, and then you can beg me."
"What?""Fly over, Roland. In real life. I know you can."
"Uh....."
"Here's the address: 9601 Brentwood. Got that? How fast can a bat fly with a hard on?"
"Jennifer, I can't. It's too.....dangerous. For you."
"No, it isn't. I have something you need, don't I? Roland? Say something. What did you decide?"
"Why are you doing this ?"
"Silly creature.....Because I want a powerful spooky being to kneel at my feet and beg, of course.
What could be nicer? Oh, and there was something else, what was it now.....ah, yes, immortality."
"Jennifer, how did you know?"
"I knew what you were before we even transferred to one-on-one. It's in your voice, dear. You
can't disguise it."
"Jennifer, I'm so big. And aching. I'm on fire."
"Then you'd better get around here quickly. The window is open."
"All right. All right. I'm going to hang up now."
"Be quick. I want you here. In my neck......and on your knees."
"Ten minutes Jennifer. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"I'll be waiting. Hurry, Roland. Hurry."
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