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I make the drive down to Oregon, I am anxious to finally have the chance to meet you. You have no clue that I am coming down just yet and that is just the way I want it. Once I reach your city, I drive around looking for an appropriate hotel to stay at. Finally finding one, I check in and make my way to my room. I have asked to be on the top floor and to be away from other people if possible and they assured me that I would be secluded from the majority of guests. My room overlooks the city, and as I stand in the window I begin to think about how I want the next 2 œ days to go. I hope that you will be able to make yourself available to me. As I watch the people walk along the street I inspect to see what all is around the hotel. There is a small cafĂ© style restaurant across the street and I decide that is where I will instruct you to meet me. I find myself watching the people go in and out of the restaurant as I day dream of what your reaction will be to my arrival. We have spoken online for almost 2 years, and have talked on the phone now and then but we have never met face to face. I know you have fears that you will not meet up to my standards and therefore are afraid to meet me in person. I on the other hand have no doubts about it at all, and since I am the mistress that is ALL that matters, right?
I turn from the window and look for your number in my address book, after finding it, I walk to the phone and call. Your secretary answers; I have spoken to her before and I sometimes wonder if she knows who I am to you, as she always put me through so quickly every time I call and this call is no different.
Before I know it I hear âthis is Tony, may I help you?â
âYes Anthony you may, I request your presence for lunch today at 1pm, at the Kozy Kitchen cafĂ© on 3rd ave. will you be available?â
âUmmmm Maâam? Are you here in town?â
âYes dear, I am, I would like to have lunch with you if that is possibleâ
âYes Maâam I will clear my calendar for the rest of the day and meet you at Kozy Kitchen at 1pm.â
âGood boyâ I say, âsee you then my dear, goodbyeâ
I then hang up the phone and begin to get ready for our lunch. As I strategically place things around the room I think about your reaction. You were very surprised that I was in town but did not seem to be too worried about meeting me. I hope that you will be as relaxed as you seemed to be on the phone. I then decide to go take a quick shower before I leave for the café.
It is nearly one in the afternoon and its time for me to make my way across the street. As I walk over, I watch the people around me. They all seem to be enjoying the warm afternoon, with smiles, and pleasant helloâs as I make my way to the cafĂ©. When I walk in I look around to see if you have arrived there yet, and after scoping the place out, I notice you arenât there, so I take the table in the back and sit down. Waiting for your arrival the waiter comes by; I order a soda and inform him I am waiting for someone. After bringing me my soda he says he will be back after my guest arrives and walks off.
I sit and play with my straw as I wait for your arrival. You walk in the door, look around and finally see me. Cautiously you walk over, and say âHello Maâam, I am Anthony, how are you?â
âI am good Anthony, Glad you could make it, please have a seatâ As I smile up at you. I then look at my watch and say; âYou made it here just in the nick of time, you only had one minute to spareâ
You giggle knowing what it would have meant if you were late. âYes Maâam, I know, I had to find a parking placeâ