She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

For years I have admired her, all wrapped up in herself, the way she moves, the way she stares, her alertness, her readiness, the willingness in her eyes and hips, the constant bounce in her step.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

Before her marriage there was an uncertainty, a timidity in the bounce, a fear of the promise of her body in her dance. She was hungry, stared hungrily, without understanding what she hungered for.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

Marriage transformed her, focused her, poised her. poised her to spring, to attack, to rip off clothes, to fuck her husband all cheerful and smiling.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

Three years married, sitting around a table at another couple's wedding, her husband and my wife chatting, the two of us fidgeting, bouncing in our chairs, eager to move, but burdened by protocol, she stands, and holds out her hand. "Want to dance?" she asks, and our worlds seem changed forever.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

Half an hour later, still moving, twirling, bumping, grinding, swirling, she whispers, conspritally, or just out of breath, "I never suspected you were such a wild dancer."

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

Smiling smugly, I whisper back to draw her in. "There are many things you would never suspect about me"

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

And yet, the next morning at church, her big Irish eyes wide and innocent and a little bit hungry behind those silly granny glasses, she is different, distant, still slightly gushing, but it is an odd, formal, stilted sort of gush.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

So excited I had been by that email, anticipating something different. Though during those two hours of exploration she did not ask the obvious questions or reference the obvious clues I have left for the truly intrigued to make themselves known.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)

I still have that. I will always have that. But only that, and nothing more.

She sent me an email at two in the morning. to tell me she'd been reading my web site since midnight Two hours reading me and not riding her husband ("in awe," she said "in awe"!)