Page 23 of Hunt for You
Richard sighed, but nodded, and turned the conversation to other things, which helped me breathe.
I was still clutching that bible tightly in my lap an hour later, though, when I told him I had to get home. And of course, he argued and didn’t want me to leave, even when I assured him that I had other commitments this evening and wouldn’t be alone.
Of course, I didn’t tell him those commitments included proving to my Primal Dom that I’d successfully followed his instructions, but one thing I’d always loved about Richard was that he didn’t pry.
He did, however, insist on feeding me before I left. And I didn’t want to argue, especially when his kind blue eyes got all pleading and sad. So I compromised and met him at the truck-stop diner down the highway, figuring at least then when I went home I wouldn’t need to worry about food.
I was going to be too nervous to eat later anyway.
“Promise me you’ll come again.Soon.And I don’t mean four years later, soon,” he said in the closest thing this sweet man had to a reprimand.
“I promise. I’d… kinda like to talk to you about some stuff sometime. If you have time. My, er, counsellor thinks it would be a good idea.”
“Of course! I’d love to help if I can!”
And that was how I ended up making an appointment to see him again in less than a week, which felt a little bit soon, but I had his number now, so I could change it. And Gerald would have kittens when he heard that I’d gonebeyondthe necessary. So I’d made two old men happy at the same time. It seemed like a win.
As fall closed in on us, the Pacific Northwest air was getting chilly at night. But I kept my car window down and didn’t feel it because I washummingwith adrenaline. I couldn’t stop bouncing in my seat, impatient to get home.
By the time I did it was already growing dark and that just made me even more excited. I had everything on Cain’s list. And one thing he hadn’t asked for, but he was going to get. All that was left to do was arrange it all so everything could be seen in the same photograph, post the image in the forum. Then wait.
God, I hoped he didn’t make me wait.
When I got home, I made sure the garage door was closed before I carried the bags inside, which wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t like I had drug contraband, or something. But I was more nervous than a virgin on prom night… if the virgin wasalsohorny and excited.
It took a surprisingly long time to arrange everything so that every single item could be seen in the same image. I’d wantedto make it look like a gift basket, but that just sucked. Then I thought about taking a wide shot with myself laying naked on the floor in front of it, only posting the part of the picture with the stuff in it on the board, but showing him the wider shot later. But since it was possible my death would make the news and Cain would be investigated, I didn’t wantthatliving in perpetuity on the internet.
So in the end, it was a picture on my hardwood floor that looked like a neighborhood marketplace picture of a bad lot from a garage sale. But it did the job.
My fingers trembled as I logged into the VPN, then accessed the forum. I mistyped the title of the post three times, and cursed until I got it right.
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IT’S ALL THERE
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I sat back in my chair while the site buffered, then blinked, then the post was live.
Holy shit. This was really happening.
8. Panic
~ BRIDGET ~
My heart was off to the races.
There were a couple comments immediately, but of course it was just the trolls. Then Nate came on in my direct messages.
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