On reaching the door almost fifteen
minutes prior to the agreed time,
she paused to take stock. A dozen or so
messages had landed in her inbox in
the last hour, the majority of which
were inevitably more gratuitous,
often creepy expressions of
admiration for her pornographic
offerings; these were always
promptly deleted with scarcely a
second glance. Xxnx Part of
her told her to run—that her stalker
was an extraordinarily good actor
and she was in extreme danger. With a
long drag, her ordinarily chaotic
mind became alert and focused, on
the lookout for the first sign of
danger, though she hoped and
expected there to be none. Shameless in
her nudity when comfortable
enough, and knowing Harold had
seen her naked already, she thought
nothing of changing in front of him,
and she giggled at his unexpected
though comical reaction to her
exposure. There was an easiness to their clinch
which she had never experienced
before. The condom rolled easily over his
hardness, and Harold matched her
intensity in the swift and forceful
removal
