Can You See Me Now?
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her email until after his second sleep cycle.
He happened to come on duty
at ten in the morning, and his job sheet was
slim that day, so he had ample time to be ready when noon came and it
to "take a look at Cheyenne Mountain." That
was what he had decided he would say if
anyone came in, or asked for some reason why he was focused on Colorado.
looking up and waving.
He had zoomed in
just in case she did something like that, and felt his groin tighten as
she was smiling.
She didn't even have
her top on this time, and when she lay down, she made it obvious she
playing with her breasts.
He could see
she was pinching her nipples, and he got stiff within fifteen seconds.
doing it, knowing he might be watching.
for half an hour before he tore himself away and did some actual work.
he looked again, she was gone.
He logged onto the internet
as an anonymous
user and sent her an email right away.
You're not only beautiful,
I know I shouldn't say that,
but it's true.
You know that song, where
"You make me feel like a natural woman?" Well,
you make me feel like a man.
It sounds silly to say thank
you, but that's
all I can do.
You are giving me a really
special gift, and I'm not taking it for granted. I
wish we weren't fifteen hundred miles from
Is that creepy? I
don't want to creep you out.
But I want you to know you're
You're just ... Wow! I
will confess something to you, but please
don't hold it against me.
I went to the
Bahamas one time on one of my vacations.
I didn't meet any women or
I saw a lot of them, but I
didn't talk to any.
But when I saw you today I
had this fantasy
that I had met you there and that you'd asked me to rub some suntan
Yes, let's just say your
I'm not sure I'll ever be
go to the Caribbean again without thinking about that.
because of you, I'll probably have to
take my future vacations in Alaska or somewhere. I'm
But I had to tell you that.
little exhibition (and she now thought of it as just that - she was
herself to him), she went back inside and to her computer.
was excited by her very uncharacteristic
willingness to expose herself to this fascinating stranger.
made no sense to her, and yet it was the
most exciting thing that had happened to her in years.
oddness of the whole situation was that she knew this whole crazy
"relationship" was good for her.
Not only was she tickled
emotionally that a man found her attractive,
those feelings served her craft as well.
She always did better work
when she was fired up.
Her drawings had always been
particularly when she worked in pen and ink, where thousands of tiny
dots were the manual equivalent of pixels on a monitor.
they appeared on the page so much more
effortlessly than when she worked with digital materials.
was with Bessie, like he was most days
after an early lunch, so she could work uninterrupted.
felt a little guilty about using some of
her work time to tease a man she'd never seen, and never would, but
was assuaged when she learned how worked up she got, thinking that Bob
watching her play with her breasts.
resisted masturbating out in the back yard, but it had been difficult.
of her whispered in her mind that doing
that would be slutty behavior, and that he would love it.
part that kept her from doing it was the
part that said, "You'd love it too, Riley." Doing
slutty things didn't bother her at all. She'd
done anything Professor Peterson had
suggested, and he'd had a vivid imagination. She had once blown him
table in a booth at a Cracker Barrel, while he ate his dessert.
she couldn't do things like that for
She hardly knew him! Her
mind went back to other things she'd done
that, she decided she was a
She was just a slut with a
positive self-image, but she was a slut all
She was quite sure that, if
there was a
man in her life, she'd happily do for him what she'd done
It had been as much fun for
her as it had for him, after all. At
least until she found out he didn't really love her.
part had sucked.
un-sated sexual energy fuel her drawings for an hour.
was no doubt whatsoever that her erotic
drawings were better if she worked on them while she was horny.
she finally took a break to masturbate.
get her jollies naked, and she was in that condition when she decided
her email before continuing, just to see if Bob had seen her today.
he had, she knew it would enhance her
When there was
from him, her mind whispered "slut" when she felt her pussy dampen
He was sweet, rather than
something she hadn't had a lot of experience with.
suddenly wished they weren't fifteen
hundred miles away either.
what it would be like to sit and talk with a sweet guy, who thought she
Chuck had sent her emails
his emails had been filthy.
standard, they had been just filthy.
sent her a love letter.
didn't rise anywhere near that level, but it was the closest anybody
come, and it made her wish she could see him ... maybe flirt with him a
... see what might come from building a relationship with a man who
message again, and then went to sprawl on her bed.
wanted two orgasms today, and she got the
first one by simply rubbing her clit in circles with two stiffened
until she was there, whereupon she whipped those fingers sideways, back
forth, as fast as she could.
was perfect, though not earth shaking.
It got her ready for her
Rabbit, which she pushed as deep as she could,
the little auxiliary buzzer planted firmly on the clit she had just
The primary spike rotated
her, and she didn't have to move at all for things to feel just
hundredth time, she told herself she'd find a sex shop and get a longer
vibrator, that would reach deeper than the Rabbit did.
as she thought that, she knew she
When a woman went into a
like that, she was stripped naked and fucked to death in the minds of
male in the place, and there were always lots of guys hanging around
She'd only stayed in the one
she'd visited in Texas for ten minutes before she left, shuddering and
She'd felt stupid, but she'd
never gone back into a brick and mortar "toy" shop.
gotten her Rabbit online.
The Fed Ex guy who delivered
it to her Texas
address had smirked, and mentioned (hopefully?) that his girlfriend did
business with the same company.
She didn't want to feel
creepy about her current delivery driver.
He delivered all her art
supplies, so she saw him regularly.
delivered a different kind of orgasm, one that made her roll to her
draw up her knees.
It was the kind that
left her panting for breath, even though she hadn't really exerted
The Rabbit had done all the
of grinding to the end of that wonderful feeling, though, the Rabbit
on the bedspread, forgotten, and she was back to work, still naked.
work that way for probably another
hour, and then put something on, slowly getting dressed until it was
time to go
get Curtis from Bessie's.
until it was that time before she wrote back to Bob.
weren't fifteen hundred miles apart either.
Is that crazy? We
Why do I have such a strong
feeling that you're a nice guy when you have spied on me multiple times
invaded my privacy, and probably even broken laws? Not to mention
naughty fantasies about me.
trust men well, Bob, but for some unfathomable reason I want to trust
Of course it could just be
I have to admit the things
you say make me
Jumpy, actually. Knowing
you might be watching makes me feel
very naughty, and knowing you saw me teasing you today made me ...
mind what I did.
We don't know each other well
See what I mean? Here
I am teasing you, just like I teased you
Why am I doing that? I
All I know is that I'm glad
you came into my life, as wacky as our
If you were here, I'd let
you rub lotion onto my ... back. I'd
better cut this off before I become a total slut. See you tomorrow.
the send button, she felt like rubbing again.
She took a deep breath, shook
her head, and went to get her son.
with you?" asked Jerry, as he relieved Bob.
Nothing," said Bob, who
realized he was grinning as he said it.
a woman or something?" asked Jerry.
Jerry was tall, and broad,
and worked out all the time. He
dated four or five women, all of whom knew
about each other and didn't care. If
Jerry gave them part of his time, that was good enough for them.
they were all just into casual sex with
Bob didn't know. All
he knew was that the guy was not only
good with women, he was an amazing hacker to boot.
than once Bob had wished he was Jerry
of," admitted Bob.
talking to her on Facebook."
friend?" asked Jerry, sounding only mildly interested.
even want to think about how long we've known each other," quipped
He shouldn't have said
all. If you gave bits of information to another analyst, you never knew
they'd hone their skills by presenting you with every scrap of
they'd been able to fill in the blanks with.
He'd done it himself.
though, because Bob didn't hang around.
He had 48 hours to spend any
way he liked, and anywhere
and he wasn't going to waste it talking to Jerry. His
only regret was that he wouldn't be able
to tune into Colorado for two days.
back to Riley, telling her he'd be off, and that he wouldn't be able to
He'd suggested that his world
crashing down around his ears as a result, but then told her he was
and that he could manage his "Riley addiction" without any
He also said he was
looking forward to being able to see her again the following Wednesday,
he was going to think about her until then.
he did was go shopping.
It wasn't to buy
anything specific, really.
He just liked
walking around in the mall among so many people. He
spent so much time alone at his terminal
that he liked being in the crush of people, and hearing the noises they
they lived their lives.
into a store called "The Wizard's Den" and was reminded of a picture
Riley had sent him, when he had asked what she did for a living. She'd
the book cover of the dragon eating the virgin sacrifice.
been knocked out by the intricacy of
the drawing, and had told her he was going to commission her to draw
for him, as soon as he could decide what.
dozens of figurines of wizards, holding staffs with glass balls on top,
swinging the staff, as if they were in battle. One had a wizard waving
hands over some indefinable object on a table.
They were quite good. On
he approached the clerk, a pretty young woman who was pierced in at
or six places on her face.
have anything that depicts a female wizard?" he asked.
several times as she thought.
most people would refer to a female as a mage.
That gets around the sexism
of calling a woman a wizardess unless she
completes an apprenticeship under the supervision of a Wizard.
so few women do, because the
apprenticeship is so long, you know? If
she did, she'd be called a wizard too, but most women call themselves
avoid the stereotype that goes along with the term 'wizardess.'"
and appeared to expect a reaction from Bob, who was confused by the
seriousness this strange young woman took, concerning 'wizardry.'
see," he said, carefully.
you have any mage figurines?"
female?" she asked.
"Not many," she said immediately.
"And that's wrong. Women
completely under-represented in the wizard world. It's
Even in books, women get the
Like in the Soldier Son
trilogy Robin Hobb
Did you read that one?"
an answer, so he had to shake his head, telling her he had not.
there were two female magic users in that trilogy, and both of them died. See
what I mean? Female wizards don't get any
too bad," said Bob.
"I know a
woman who's kind of a wizard when it comes to drawing, and I wanted to
something to commemorate that."
"Typically, all we have in
that arena are the erotic representations of women performing magic.
they're not really about the magic. They're
about sex, plain and simple.
I bet every one of them is
drawn by a
her lips, and Bob knew he'd just been put in the category of men this
over there in that corner," she said, disdainfully, pointing to a far
corner of the store.
look at the art for two reasons. First,
the clerk's attitude pissed him off. He
was a man, and it wasn't wrong
for him to respond to a given situation
as a man.
Second, he wondered what
"erotic wizard art" might look like.
impressed when he found out.
Riley's face up close.
He knew she had
long, dark hair.
The women depicted in the art he was looking at generally had long hair, though a few did not.
If it was long, it was waving
in the air as if the woman was on a
wind-tossed rock beside a thundering ocean somewhere.
caught in a vortex of some sort that
buffeted her as she fought against arcane powers not visible in the
Most were clad in two piece
outfits, not bikinis, exactly, but along the same lines, with lots and lots of cleavage visible.
few had on flowing robes, but in all those
cases the robe was either transparent, or gaping open, showing full,
They wore pendants around
their necks, and big, showy rings on their fingers.
held ornate staffs of power.
In quite a few cases, their
clothing was in
of magic had hard lives.
displayed every emotion known to man, from furious, to come hither.
the ones who were obviously inviting the
observer to enter the picture and experience passion far above the
hair that flew every which way.
him think of performers on stage, who had fans aimed at them, not for
but to make their long hair move.
every aspect of the character's sex was clearly displayed, including
luscious looking pussy lips, and long, turgid nipples.
were Playboy bunnies all dressed up for
the adult version of Harry Potter.
what was available were posters. There
were a few framed prints that were smaller, and only four or five
One of those drew his eye
was made of
pewter, and heavy when he lifted it to examine it.
stood, feet shoulder's width apart, one
slightly ahead of the other. In her left hand, she held an orb of power
shoulder's height, arm outstretched as if she was positioning the orb
In her other
hand, raised high over her head, she held a staff.
length of the staff was unadorned, but
the tip blossomed out into a complicated cage that held another orb.
orbs were made of some glass that
somehow had colors shifting inside them.
Depending on what angle they
were viewed from, the orb was red, blue,
green or purple.
consisted of a girdle that did little more than cover her sex, but
richly adorned with tassels and beads, and what might have been a loin
that would only have been a few inches wide, if she were life sized.
round badge of either identity or authority
rested on her mons, like something that might protect her from the
attentions of a male.
Above that, her
skimpy bra bulged with bounteous breasts.
A cape flowed back from her
neck, signifying she was in that ubiquitous
wind that all sorceresses had to endure.
Her face was chiseled
perfection, with hair piled high on her head, held
there by a jeweled circlet and invisible pins.
The look on her face
suggested she was all that kept Armageddon at bay.
figurine over and gasped at the price.
It was his idealized vision
And he had money. He
had plenty of money.
The agency fed him while he
was on duty, and
his apartment looked like a hotel room.
He owned very little "stuff."
Other than a state of the art
computer system, all he had were some
clothes and linens.
He didn't even own a
If he watched anything, he
did so on
His last bank statement
had showed a savings account balance in the middle six figure range,
checking account had over ten thousand in it.
And that didn't count his
retirement account, where he had socked away a
quarter of his annual salary for over ten years. The
last statement he'd gotten from the
finance office showed he was a millionaire, at least on paper.
after he retired, of course.
He didn't really think of
that as his money,
at this point. He had twenty-three years before he could take his
pension, and even longer before he could tap into what would then be
he had plenty
of spendable income available right now.
He had intruded on her in a
most personal way, and she had not only forgiven him, she had done
And she really was a wizard
it came to her art.
figurine to the girl behind the counter.
this," he said.
dishonors wizardesses, or sorceresses, or mages or whatever, but she's
I like her."
rang up the sale, took his card, and packaged his purchase without a
She also didn't thank him for
as he left,
she called out, "Sorceresses are completely different.
should know that!"
there directly to the UPS store. He
a teensy bit guilty for remembering Riley's complete address, including
code, but he was paid to remember things, and notice things, so maybe
They had everything needed to
package the figurine.
Rather than enclose
a card, he decided to send her an email about it. By
the time he left, he'd spent more than a
hundred dollars on her gift, but he didn't care. All
he cared about was whether or not she
ate at the
Mandarin Dragon, and then went home.
I did something today that I
doesn't make you uncomfortable.
already told you how much I love the book cover you showed me.
saw something in the mall today that
reminded me of you, and that art. So
got it for you.
It's just a little
But it's kind of how I think
You're out there in the
trying to get by, raising a son as a single mom. I
know things get tough for you sometimes,
but I suspect you always come out on top, and this little gift I sent
I didn't put a card
in it because I didn't want to write all this out long hand.
probably couldn't read my writing anyway.
I really hope you like
I can't wait to get back to
That's never happened to me
I always dread going back to
Well, not dread, exactly. I
like my work. It's challenging, and some
very good things get done with the data we gather.
I'll probably send you another email
in a few hours.
That's how I'm managing
my Riley addiction. <G>
sent it, and
then pulled up wimp.com.
He had almost
an entire month's worth of videos to catch up on. He
put on his headphones and began to watch
everything under the sun.
Her first thought was that, somehow, he knew she had a child. She frowned, trying to remember if she'd said something about that to him in an email. She was pretty sure she had not. He'd probably seen Curtis with her, which meant he looked at her more often than just when she was laying out. That brought conflicting emotions to bear. She was happy that he was interested enough to look at her when she wasn't half naked, but not so thrilled that he looked at her that much. Or at least that he hadn't told her he looked at her that much.
Her eyes went back over the words.
He'd gotten her a gift! She
wasn't sure what to think about
The only other man who'd ever
given her anything was Chuck, and what he gave her was invariably
underwear that she only wore for a minute or two before he took it off
Most of it was ridiculous, at
least in terms
of being comfortable.
kind weren't so bad, but having cords or cloth crammed between her ass
wasn't her idea of comfort, when it came to panties.
many of the bras were made of stiffened
fabrics, to ensure they did to her breasts what they were designed to
kind of thing just wasn't comfortable. She did have two or three sets
that were soft
and comfortable, but she didn't wear them anymore.
was the point, with no man there to see
True, they did make her feel
pretty and feminine.
But again ... what
was the point?
her some slutty outfit to wear while he peered down from the sky at
was going to be disappointed.
said it reminded him of her, and she couldn't figure out how slinky
could remind him of her.
Then there was
all that stuff about her fighting the good fight and coming out on top.
there had been
But they were all right these
now that some of her books had begun to sell more copies on Amazon.
her illustrations were drawing more
attention too, from more than merely readers.
She had received another
commission that morning for seven illustrations
for a book on swords and sorcery. It
a new author, named Judith Hensley. Soft
spoken Judith had called her to talk about what she wanted, and ask how
Riley would charge for something like that.
She said she'd gotten Riley's
number from Dick Jenson, who was the agent
for another of Riley's customers. That
alone was going to earn her more than she'd gotten on any one job
Judith wanted preliminary
drawings within a
month, but had said pencil was fine for that kind of thing, so those
do within a week.
was good to
Laying out for Bob to
appreciate was fine, but she needed to spend some time working too.
guess as to what he might have sent, she decided to be patient and just
hoped it wasn't
She didn't want to write
to him and tell him that, though. She
didn't want there to be discord in this new and unexpected
wrote back and gave him her phone number.
He was on his days off, and
Surely he could find some
time to call her.
the screen, unbelieving.
He'd taken a
nap, only to wake up and find that she'd sent him her phone number!
suggested he call!
He knew his level of
excitement was far
beyond what it should be, under the circumstances.
wasn't anything remotely like his
girlfriend, or anything.
They had only
exchanged a few emails.
But she'd laid
out for him, waving and teasing him by playing with the breasts he
Sad though it might
be, it was better than any other relationship he'd been able to
Actually, there just hadn't
been that many
girls in his past.
He was very ordinary
looking, and his lifestyle was pretty sedentary, so he carried a few
He wondered how much time
spent keeping those pounds off.
did calisthenics at work.
She'd said to call
He would, of course. He
looked at his watch.
It was two in the afternoon. He
didn't have to do the math.
He knew what time it was in
every time zone
on the planet, based on what time his watch said. He
didn't even have to think about it. It
was noon in Colorado.
Was she getting ready to lay
his phone and dialed.
He already had the
He found himself counting,
twenty-fifth ring, her answering machine picked up.
had given up on getting an answer of any
To be honest, he had let it
just so he could imagine being in her little house and hearing the
He had been thinking about
pathetic that made him, when a very high voice said "You're either very
patient or very determined, so leave a message and if I want to talk to
I'll call you back.”
beep and he said "I'm both," he said.
"This is Bob. You
your phone number.
So I called. I wish
you were there.
I'm very sad right
He said his phone number, and
that he was very sad again, and then hung up.
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