She sits, waiting; sure it won’t take long for him to respond. She stares at the screen in front of her, ignoring all the unread emails and messages she would normally be responding to at this time of night, alone while her husband snores in bed. But then, isn’t that how she has got into this trouble now, having a little too much fun online and writing it all down in her diary.
Suddenly a new email appears, from him, and she clicks to open.
“Dear Annie
thank you for realising that agreeing with me is clearly the best course of action. I'm sure it will in time be clear that I will only ask for things I am sure you do want to give, althou maybe right now you just do not realise this for yourself. I think we could one day both come to a mutually enjoyable arrangement, however much you may not think so right now.
But, and oh Annie, this is such a big BUT. I am so disappointed with your picture, I am fully aware of what you are wearing, I saw you today in fact in those very clothes before you left your diary. No my dear girl, I want to see the real you, the you that dreams of being taken by those young studs whose pictures you look at on one of the interesting websites I see you are a member of. But i’m sure that isn’t such a secret, I’m sure your husband and friends know you frequent that site, don’t they? So they won’t be shocked to receive this email I am currently composing to them all...
Or maybe you don’t want them to receive that email? well, if not, may I suggest that the next email I receive from you shows me what is under that so dull skirt and blouse, such a boring outfit I think for someone who I feel could look so beautiful if she only let herself go for a while.
I do look forward to the next email, I’m sure it will be much more interesting to me.”
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