A special thanks to Trace for being my editor on this story. His suggestions has made this a much better story for me, and hopefully for you, the reader.
Chapter 1 – The Diary
Allen and Amanda had been married over ten years when Allen found her diary. Their marriage was good, but it had lost the energy that had defined their first two years. They had settled into their day-to-day lives now, still in love, but he was bored with their daily routine. Allen yearned for the fire that was theirs in the first years of marriage and now he was reading about that same missed excitement from Amanda's words.
Allen had found her diary quite by mistake while doing some housework. He immediately recognized it for what it was and put it back in its hiding place, to be violated later when he was alone.
A week later she had taken the day to go shopping and Allen had the house to himself. He retrieved the diary and walked it into the office. He placed the diary down on the desk and settled into his chair. Raising one hand, he brushed the hair from his eyes. He took a deep breath and then slowly released the air from his lungs. He opened the book and started to read. What he read thrilled him and somewhat surprised him.
It was clear that Amanda also missed the passion they shared years earlier. But he found another theme that resonated through the diary. Something he did not know about his wife that excited him to think about the possibilities. Amanda described in detail a number of different fantasies in her writings, but in reality she described only one desire. Allen found he wanted to bring that fantasy to life, for her, and especially for him.
Allen knew he would have to gradually move her towards her fantasy, that he could not rush her into it. Taking it off the pages and making it real would be a delicate operation. He had to train her and gently glide her towards that goal so that she would not resist when the time came for the real fantasy.
He slowly sat back into his chair. His eyes were open, not really focused on anything. Allen remained motionless, deep in thought while the diary sat open in front of him. Allen's thoughts were soaring in many directions as visions flew though his mind. He was trying to figure out what he needed to do next.
Finally, sitting up, he closed the book and smiled. Allen had decided on how he would accomplish his task. She would have to earn her fantasy. She would need to earn four silk scarves.
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Amanda's head rested between her hands that were held by her arms resting on top of the desk. Her long black hair flowed down over her petite frame, almost completely covering her shoulders. She was sitting in her office with her eyes closed, facing the window, letting her mind drift off to more pleasant thoughts.
Last night she had written a very steamy entry into her diary and it excited her to relive the story she imagined. She smiled as she remembered the part in her diary that excited her the most.
Amanda's mind had drifted far away from her work when a sound from her computer brought her back to the office. Her Information Manager had just informed her that a message had arrived. She opened her eyes and read the message that was now visible on her screen.
She took a few seconds for her eyes to focus and realized that the message was from someone she didn't recognize. The screen name was "SA" and she had no idea how that name had been added to her Buddy List. She decided to find out later how it was inserted, but it was the message text that brought her quickly back to reality.
"I know you are an exhibitionist," was the message she was looking at, and it startled her to read the words.
Amanda stared at the screen, trying to figure out who this must be and how they knew she was just thinking about this topic.
"I know you are at work and can read this, so why don't you answer me?" A second message flashed up on the screen under the other, unanswered message from SA.
"Who are you?" She quickly typed in before another message could appear.
"I am your Secret Admirer silly :-)," came back the answer.
Amanda scanned the message and quickly typed, "What do you want?"
"I want to look at you and you want me to look at you."
"I don't know you. I don't even know if you are a male or female."
"I'm not going to tell you everything, because that would spoil the mystery. I will tell you that I am a male and I have been watching you for quite some time now."
Amanda sat up and pushed herself away from the keyboard. She looked around the office searching for anyone who might be looking back. There were no eyes that she could find staring back. She then sat quietly and listened, trying to catch someone typing. She heard nothing. Amanda reached out and pulled her chair back to her desk and started to type.
"Where are you?"
"I am somewhere, not that far, on the internet, watching."
"Watching what?" Her hands started to shake. She was not sure if she was more scared or excited.
"Watching you, of course."
"And why are you watching me?"
"Because you are beautiful."
Then Amanda heard the very distinct sound of a door closing at the screen indicated that he had gone off-line. She stared at the screen, as her fingers rested motionless on the keys, trying to understand what just happened.
Amanda read and re-read the screen conversation, looking for any keywords that would give some insight to who this person was and trying to figure out how he might have been able to add his screen name to her Buddy List.
She must have stared, not moving, at her screen for a good ten minutes. Only the sound of her breathing provided the feedback that she was alive and this was not a dream.
Amanda decided that she was not going to remove "SA" from her Buddy List. She needed to find out who this was and get to the bottom of this mystery. She went back to her work, keeping an eye on the workstation, to see if he would return that day. He did not.
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The next day she had just returned to her desk with her morning coffee when another message came in from SA.
"I bet you love wearing sexy lingerie under that white blouse and short black skirt."
She was standing, staring at the screen, almost in shock. She looked down at her clothes and became very concerned. How did he know what she was wearing? She quickly placed her coffee down on the desk and sat down.
"How do you know what I have on?" Hitting each key with determination she typed out her question.
"I know because I can see you."
Again she withdrew her arms from the desk, pushed her chair back and now slowly rotated her head to look around the office. Her office was the standard ten-by-ten cube with short five foot walls situated in the back of the office where she could hear anyone coming long before they got to her cubical door. She poked her head out of her cube and did not see anyone that appeared to be looking back at her.
She turned back to her screen and started to type. "Okay smarty, what am I doing right now if you can see me?"
"Sitting at your desk, staring at your screen, typing." Came back the smirky answer.
So this guy thinks he knows everything
, she thought to herself.
