Nothing did go wrong. He was right. We began by typing out our fantasies to each other in our usual instant messaging service. I sent him some picture...s. Then he asked me to call him. This time I gave in and told him my rules. With my jeans and underwear pulled down we had phonesex that afternoon. As he whispered his dirty talk to me I had a powerful orgasm and listened as Rob moaned his way through his own climax. I was hooked. It is no exaggeration to say that we continued to regularly engage. I did calm down a little, though."You can hear me?"Nod."Nod? As in yes?"Nod printed again."How?' I whispered, mystified.Think about it, C.I did, and felt really stupid. "The built-in microphone, right? I guess if you wanted to talk to me, you'd talk through the speakers? Why don't you just talk to me?" I asked, my brow furrowing.You reacted badly enough to my text.I nodded, knowing I would have run screaming from the room had a voice emanated from the speakers.Open a Microsoft Word document so. We all laugh at this, and it seems that Donnie is starting to come around on Katie, ‘okay second question.’ As concerned come across his face. ‘Okay.’ I chimed back. ‘When do we start?’ The concern changes to a big salesman’s smile. ‘We already have,’ I smile back. 18. We chatted for a few more minutes, getting ourselves more comfortable with each other. ‘So, Aden, how long are you going to be in town for?’ Donnie asks. As I look at the clock, damn it’s 1217, I think to myself, then I say as I. ‘You look great.’ ‘Thank you,’ she said, taking my hand. Over coffee we talked, telling each of our life’s stories. Ingrid was 25, I discovered, just three years younger than me. She had been in a couple of stage shows, but this was her first major part. I really enjoyed her company. The cup of coffee turned into a second, and then a third. After the third cup arrived, I reached across the table and took her hand. She squeezed my hand in response, giving me another of her dazzling smiles. .