.. and you,” Mike responded (though he almost choked on the words).Mike was punctual. Some might see that as a weakness – he merely considered it ...polite.The response was somewhat muffled, but audible; “Just a minute!” A little more than a minute later – several minutes would be nearer the truth – the door opened. Siobhan was wearing something vaguely oriental, that somehow accentuated her assets whilst concealing them. It was basically black but with a pattern of mainly pink and white –. "Hmmmm, here we are" I replied, "What have you got in the envelope Mr Grey, can I see please?"He handed me the envelope, I took out the contents, not caring who could see and started to read. I was so amazed at the detail and how professional it looked. He had worded it perfectly and I was willing to try everything apart from the fisting! I looked at him and smiled and nervous smile, a knowing smile as to what we were about to embark on. I tried to concentrate on him, but his hand kept brushing. Eric pulled up an e-mail and said, “This guy is threatening to kill you. He says that he wants to see your corpse lying in the street in a puddle of blood. He actually knows where we are. I think he’s serious.”“I guess we’d better call the police,” Dexter said.He had never expected to be the subject of real death threats. Those were for politicians and other public figures. He was just a guy running a little website. It was making money, but it wasn’t making that much money.Eric frowned and. Itwas all for fun, a way to explore my own flowering sexualityin a full and safe way. Now Jane's embarrassment wasabating, and she asked more and more detailed questions, sothat eventually, I offered to lend her the printouts of someof my stories. At that point, we were back to the parkinglot of the park, so we both drove over to my house, where Ihanded over a stack of printouts for a couple of my moretame erotic stories. The one on the top was "Craftsmanship."She touched the white papers as if.