This is "The Gatekeeper" told again but from the perspective of the woman in the story. I also extended the timeline past that in the original due to your requests. I may write more of the future events that take place, depending on reader response. Thanks for all the positive feedback.
DontBoreMe
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The Gatekeeper – A Woman's Perspective
It had always been easy for her. Men were so one-minded. They were so simple. And this was not some great hidden secret either. All of her girlfriends knew it. Some even talked about it. Men were animals. All a girl had to do was flash her sexuality in front of some poor male.
Take this current one. She did enjoy their times together. After all he was romantic and flirtatious. And when she dangled the golden prize just out of his reach, he responded. He didn't even care that she was married. Men were such animals.
Then she got the email. She received it in the middle of the day at work. She remembered thinking how charming he was. Obviously he was smitten. It started so sweetly.
"Flower..."
She was jolted. At first she was scared. But then her anger washed all awareness of fear from her.
"How dare he? My GOD he was sick! He was worst than sick. The words he used were filthy and degrading. He should be locked up; caged like the beast he was."
She had obviously misread him. Now her nerves were alive in anger; in fear; in emotion. She emailed him back. And not the depraved email he commanded her to send. He was an asshole to prey on women like this. He was a vampire. He was no better than a rabid dog and she vehemently told him so. She forbade him from ever contacting her again. Feeling justified she sent it off. All she had to do was wait for the return receipt to indicate when he had read it.
The next day she received the message, "Email deleted without being read." Now she was enraged. Unable to help herself; not caring who was near; she called him. Of course he didn't answer. But the loud rambling tirade of a message she left calmed her down enough to make it through the rest of the day.
Three days later he still hadn't contacted her. He was an asshole. That was his problem. He was an asshole who was scared to talk to her. So she drove by his house. Not once. Not twice. But several times she found herself diverted to his neighborhood. HE WAS SUCH AN ASSHOLE.
The idea wormed into her head. Send him the silly email. It won't mean anything. It will simply bring him back to her. And when they meet next; she would make him pay. It was such a delicious idea. She chewed on it. On the seventh day she sent him an email with the following title only:
"I am your slave girl; a cunt who is a slut to your desires, a bitch who doesn't deserve your attention and I beg you to take me as your whore."
Of course he responded. Men really were simple creatures. He wanted to see her. He wanted to meet at the mall early Sunday morning. The mall was closed until noon on Sundays. But the doors were unlocked to accommodate the latest health fad among the older set. Often you would see one or two couples; exercising safely away from the elements; speed walking past mannequins imprisoned behind chained, drop down doors. There was something eerie about it all. However she put on sweats and left her panties at home. Perhaps she would make him give her head. She deserved it for the last week.
