Jessie sat at her keyboard, staring at the small black words racing across the white screen. She met Donald six weeks ago, but in that short time, it had been a wild ride. She was both intrigued and puzzled. He seemed genuine, although, can you ever really know someone you've only known online?
Jessie read his thoughts and felt the familiar surge of emotion as he deftly fashioned his keystrokes into another perfectly worded seduction. She had to smile. Donald was like an artist, only his canvas was her heart, his medium was words.
When he stopped typing, she sensed he awaited her reply. Gathering her thoughts and the questions that were nagging at her, she began ... "Donald, we need to talk. Do I know you? Do I really, really know you? Sometimes I think I do -- at times, even better than you know yourself. But there are other times, like now, when I don't think I know you at all."
Jessie hesitated a little too long and Donald began typing again. "Sweetie Pie, you have to go with the flow. You know me, Baby, you know you do. Someday, we'll be together, I promise. But for now, this is all we have. Talk to me, Sunshine. I know you feel the love. I do."
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