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"Regardless of what we do - it's always good with you.
Our laughter ... our words ... the simple pleasures that we share.
The delight when we discover something new.
Exploring depths lain dormant since before ...
I don't remember when.
Was it in another time and place?
A different body?
I think our souls have remained the same
A continuous inner substance - passing through the universe.
Passing through and recognizing you.
Remembering our union
and how we played among the galaxies.
Or, was it in the ocean's depths - behind a crater
where we knelt and pledged our souls into eternity?
Somewhere, in my mind's eye
I remember you and the stars and the sea."
---oOo---
He stood in front of the wall of windows overlooking the tarmac, his arms folded across his chest, lips slightly pursed, teeth briefly catching his upper lip. There was a hint of moisture on his brow.

Will she really be on that flight? Maybe, she's changed her mind. She sounded so unsure when we talked last night. Lexi, Lexi, Lexi, he chanted her name in his head. Be on that flight, sweets. Please be on that flight.

The airline's representative watched the tall man pace the length of the windows, return to his seat, settle in, then stand again. She watched him run a hand through his hair, then slip both of them into his jeans' pockets, and pace again. Trying to be unobtrusive, she stared at him, but it was no use. He was far too attractive to ignore. Mostly gray hair mixed with brown. I love that look. Must be over six foot. Nice hands. Lord, I love to look at a man's hands. Sure looks anxious. Bet he's meeting a woman and they kiss right away.

---oOo---
They met online in a spanking chat room, sharing bits and pieces of themselves, checking each other out as newbies do. And when they discovered they both had written spanking stories, they made their way to the spanking sites that carried their tales. In the beginning, they posted feedback as others did - polite words, stingy with emotion, but lots of 'wonderful' and 'intense story' and 'more soon, please.' Then she wrote him a longer private note, telling him how uneasy one of his stories made her feel - how she wanted to smack him for treating his story lover the way he had - how she got scared and excited at the same time.

He was polite, but only to a point, maintaining his reserve, mouthing a cliché - different strokes for different folks.

"But she was so exposed and vulnerable," Lexi complained, and Scott laughed, enjoying her reaction and the indignation she showed.

---oOo---
He inhaled sharply when they announced her flight's arrival, and slowly stood. This is it. She's either on this flight or it's over. Lexi, please ...

Halfway across the country, she got cold feet. What if he doesn't like me? What if he's just being polite? What if we don't hit it off in person the way we do online? What if...?