He was a lonely man who had spent his life with but one woman. That woman had been in the hospital for the last ten plus months and her prognosis had been poor. He had recently begun looking for things to occupy his mind when he was not at the hospital. He's an engineer, and always been a good one. He had a hobby making small electrically powered robot vehicles. He'd done most types of these small robots: wheeled vehicles, track driven vehicles, model airplanes, walkers, arthropods, and even a blimp once. The models had been controlled using infrared and visible light beams, radio frequencies, tethered wiring, and semi-autonomous micro-controller units with sensors operating in response to a programmed sequence of instructions. He preferred tracked, micro-controller driven units.
Lately, he had been losing interest in his hobby and been looking for something else. By sheer happenstance he came across a web site that published various art. Specifically, its principle focus was on erotic art with an apparent emphasis on written works.
He'd always been facile with the written word, but it'd usually been with operating, instruction, installation, or maintenance manuals for complex machines. He read several of the published pieces and his mind told him that he too could write such stories. This night he began with such an erotic piece.
When he'd finished, he became a writer and joined the clientel of this erotic web site, in order to publish it. It was then that he found publishng was not an instantaneous thing, the owners of the site chose to review each submittal before actually posting them. The estimated time from submittal to acceptance, or rejection, was estimated on the site to be three to five days. He submitted his piece.
Now came the long wait. To occupy his agile mind, he began once more to read other's stories. The site was vast, but fortunately the owner's had a database that allowed separate review of the latest accepted pieces. It was during his review of these latest that one story caught his eye. He looked up the author and found that there was a short biography. This biography was of a mature, divorced woman with children. A picture was attached that made her look like a seasoned writer. She was Blond haired, with blue eyes, and a large appearing woman with a jaunty hat perched on her head.
He was intrigued and used the anonymous calling feature of the site to send her a short note. He observed that an anonymous message would not provide a response, so he attached his new pen name. She probably wouldn't respond anyway. His message referred to her story and to her bio. The bio indicated that she was into BDSM. He was not and stated this fact.
Amazingly, she responded to his message in a likewise terse manner, but indicated that she'd deleted the reference to BDSM in her bio. He'd not intended for anyone to change a personal preference based on anything he'd said. However, her action intrigued him more. He wrote back that change was not his intent in writing. Again she responded, but this time the address line showed an actual email addrerss and not the anonymous source address. Again he wrote back, and again she responded.
From his point of view, her notes were always terse, he'd have preferred a more lengthy discourse. She and he both had written more by this time and submitted their stories for publication. At last, he too, was published. The story didn't read this time as well as it had in his own mind - - but it was a start. He asked her real first name and again she responded and provided it. They discussed their erotic stories and talked candidly about them for a short time. At one point he asked about her picture and asked if he could have an additional picture. He was also brazen enough to tell her that he'd like an erotic picture to go with her erotic story. He asked if she ever used an Instant Messenger program.
