When Magnolias Blossom.............. INTRODUCTION
My real name is Clair. When Erica suggested I put my story down on
paper I laughed so hard that I cried. Sobbed really. She said it
would be therapeutic. Freeing. I felt only panic.
I shouldn't care what anyone else thinks, but I do. The desire to
please and be accepted has always been my weakness. You think I'd
have outgrown it. One thing Im learning is that age doesn't make one
wiser, just an older fool, an older romantic… (sighs)
"Tell it in Cyberspace, honey, not in the physical world," Erica had
said, laughing kindly. "I'll even post it for you under my ID if you
like, what could be more anonymous?"
hmmmm... I had not thought about cyberspace. I hadn't spent much
time there, though I knew Erica did. My former career and the endless
social obligations that went along with it had left little energy or
time for such leisure activities. Now... well, now time is a burden
only surpassed by desires which I struggle to understand...
So I spent a few days reading through postings in the groups and
websites Erica regularly visited. The explicit, seemingly uncensored
material I found there both shocked and encouraged me. Perhaps I
could indeed sort things out here. Besides, No one I knew was likely
to be in these places...
god, does that sound snobby or what?? Laughing dryly, I suddenly
realized I was sounding like my mother, who was most likely turning
over in her grave at this very moment...
god, but I am not ready to do that, not yet… I suppose like anyone
else the only way is to begin is to beg your patience, take a deep
breath and go back in time a bit......
@copyright Mistress Erica2k ~ 5/2002