He made me feel sexier than any man I’ve ever come across. Our conversations began happening daily and developed from mostly texting to phone conve...rsations. Our exchanges over the phone sometimes lasted for more than two hours. He had me feeling like a giddy teenager again. After our first sexual excursions we wished to meet again. Shortly after meeting for the first time, we set a second date to meet again at a hotel for an entire day. We couldn’t wait that long though, we yearned to see. Unlike a spider, of course, she is not the hunter but the prey. She moves her head around out of habit, but her perceptions of the situation do not change. Her first sensation of the bath is the soft patter of warm against her breast. It moves up and down her body, the water beading across her young skin. The rancher who has been assigned to bath her is younger than she is, likely in his late teens and obviously new to the agricultural industry. He had not yet been desensitized to the presence. He touched her hand, stopping her from passing it to the salesgirl. “You keep it and treat you and the girls out to a movie or a meal when I can’t be with you.”“I can’t keep it, Dan, its 250 dollars!” she said quietly.“Please, for me. Put it towards gas for your car if you like.”“Okay, gas for my car and a treat for our girls. I love you!”“I love you too!” he replied kissing her.“I figured I had enough money left over to buy a sexy cupless bra and matching thong, one white and one black. Being. Susan wavered back and forth between staring at the phone and staring away. She remembered her mother always told her, ‘A watched pot will never boil.’ Susan wondered if that cliche’ went for telephones or even lives. Her house looked different, hell, it was different. Black cars were parked all around it and inside there was a murmur of activity, nothing like daily life, more like an undercurrent. Voices were muted, conversations stopped as she approached, smiles were suddenly hidden. The.