Veronica's Window

Chapter 2

Way before meeting Larry I had several of encounters with men I had meet from the Internet. I can remember feeling so lonely at times I just needed to hear another human voice besides my own. Msn.com, Yahoo.com all have chat rooms where people can chat with others online. I met this particular man in msn chat and found out that he lived in the next county from me. We talked on the Internet a few days and then I gave him my phone number. When he called me, I was shocked to hear the sexy voice on the other end of the line. We ended up talking for hours on the phone after that I felt comfortable with the information he had given me about himself. Still I was so naïve about people and the Internet that I believed to much at times. Turning every shade of red imaginable while we talk on the phone I agree to meet with him. We made a date for the following day and were to meet at my house for coffee. I was so excited about finally meeting someone from the Internet that my mind closed down to all the possibilities of harm that could fall on me from this action. Instead I cleaned and bath as though I was expecting the president to drop in. I didn’t look bad myself, I was very picky about my appearance for this meeting. Wanting to look my best I started pampering myself.

At 5pm, the next day, there was a knock at my door. When I open it I almost forgot to breathe. There stood a very handsome, tall, sensuous man. The most exquisite hunk of male I had seen in ages. My poor heart was thumping like crazy. I was also blushing for some reason, maybe it was my blood pressure. Finally I stopped grinning long enough to invite him inside the door. I felt so silly blushing like that but anyways we sat on the couch talking about ourselves and the Internet. We talked about our children, showing our family pictures and then talked about the weather and our dogs. All of a sudden his arm went around my shoulders pulling me by my neck towards him roughly. Next thing he started kissing me all over my face. Thinking real fast for a moment, I decided that kissing wasn’t so bad, in fact it felt great. He kissed every spot my face feverishly and starting working his way down my neck. Placing one hand on the back of my head he held my hair very firmly almost to tight.

It seemed like he was really expecting too much for the first meeting as his kisses started to burn my skin a bit. Finally I pulled back as he moved his hand to my breast. Sitting there myself, hotter than a pepper patch in July, but I still had some morals. Straightening up and moving back away from each other, we begun to talk more about ourselves. I was fascinated that he was a private detective and he spoke of traveling a great deal. That was the reason it would be hard for him to have a relationship with a woman. He was always on the road and gone for long periods of times. This suited me I certainly did not want a relationship with anyone either. Not anything permanent anyways. I was coming out of a bad marriage that had been filled with too many lonely nights already. Honestly, I think sometimes we can communicate what we want from the other person without saying a word. We must have talked about another two hours before he said he had to leave, but he asked me face to face if I would meet him the next day. I accepted without ever a second thought.

My poor body was aching with desire and need. God, I wanted sex, hot, steamy, hard and fast sex. This tall man would be my victim, I grinned as I floated through my apartment still in dreamland. After he left I went into the bathroom to get a cool cloth and almost fainted at the sight of my neck. My poor neck was red and angry looking from "love bites". Oh dear God, this was totally unacceptable. Still, I kept thinking if he made love like he kissed, then I would be a happy lady tomorrow evening. I saw no dishonor or shame in being human. The night was still young though and as put my gown on and headed back to my computer to see what else I could discover.

Touching a few keys I was back online traveling through the many links of the Internet again. I journeyed into the wilds of several chat rooms, looking at all the unusual and outrageous usernames I found. Just looking at these names could make my time worth the effort spent. So for many hours I just sat in silence in front of my computer giggling at the names came in contact with. The sad part was I had forgotten that we humans have the greatest imaginations. The Internet created a positive effect on me because it stimulated my own mind, my own imagination. There was no time I recalled as a child where I had even used my imagination for anything, not even in play. Here and now I was rediscovering what I never had and I had the World Wide Web to thank for that. My world had always been harsh a very brutal reality that I needed to escape from at times. Problem was I was spending all my time escaping and didn’t see the world around me disappearing. My need to travel daily into this fantasy world was getting stronger and lasting for hours at a time. The addiction to being online grew with my each waking moment.

As I surfed along reading the articles in my news box I would leave the chat screen open to watch the happenings in the chats rooms. Out of the blue, I received a PM from a stranger named "JimCee," my first thought being that this Jim was probably a certified nut. Still what the heck I didn’t have anything to do but kill time. Knowing I was safe in my home, I answered with a simple hello and hit the send button. In a flash a reply was sent and the next PM made me sit straight up in my chair. If the CIA had sent me a message, it couldn’t have gotten my attention any more than this PM. I read, "Hi, I’m a 53 year old man who is handicapped and my wife does not believe in sex any longer because of my disability. I’m looking for a real lady to satisfy here including myself, are you interested?" Good grief, I thought the poor man wanted us to have "cybersex". My own knowledge of cybersex was very limited and didn’t understand how someone could type and play at the same time. Besides I was a real virgin to this game. Laughing to myself, I thought my hands were always to busy when I masturbated. I answered him by saying " how do you think we can have sex here?" more curious than anything else about the answer I would get. I hit the send button and waited.

A long silence followed before I received a reply. This reply was not from JimCee but his wife or that is who she claimed to be. It read, "My husband is a sick old man and I will not have "cyber" sluts after him, she typed to me. Oh my Lord, no wonder the poor man was searching the Net for love and sex with a witch like this for a wife. I was feeling much sorrow for this man but not enough to provide him with a sexual fantasy. I began typing my reply.

"Dear Lady," I typed, "the shame lays with you. How dare you judge this man to the point you have denied him the joy of human contact and the joys of sexual pleasure. You should open your heart, and if he still loves you then you should thank God every day that you have him. Do not blame him or others for the simple human needs we all have," I wrote. Feeling confident with my message, I hit the send button deciding it was time to clear out of "cyberville" for the night. I had a big day coming up and hopefully a great evening of romance to look forward too. This strange encounter took the fun away from the day I thought as I shut down to watch television for awhile. Sometime a little later I drifted off to sle