As she expected, only a few minutes later a new message shows up in her emails. The dread she feels every time she sees an email from him appear is back, and with trepidation she clicks on it, almost scared to look at the screen as it pops up on the screen.
“Dear Annie, you have done so well, you look so good in that picture, it does make me wonder just why you don’t wear such underwear more often. Does your husband not allow you to be the sexy woman you so clearly are, is he scared you might get men looking at you if you dressed to please yourself. Will he be shocked when he finds you in your new underwear, or is that going to be another secret, like your diary? Anyway Annie, as you have been so well behaved today I shall send you something, something personal, something special. Isn’t it lucky your address was in your diary so I don’t even need to ask you for it. It should be with you in about thirty minutes, so don’t go out, you will need to sign for it.
Oh and Annie, when it does arrive, I think the courier who is delivering the gift will deserve a treat, so don’t try to cover yourself up when you answer the door, be daring, do as you say you dream of, answering the door in just a robe that falls open when you take the package from his hands. Oh yes I have read that too in your lovely diary. I hope you are still just in your underwear, you haven’t covered yourself up with any of those boring clothes yet have you? But if you have, you have plenty of time to remove them before the courier arrives.
Do tell me when you have your present Annie, I am sure you will enjoy it.”
She sits, reading it, chastising herself for putting her address in the diary along with everything else she had written. She looks down at herself, realising she is wearing what he has already suggested, the underwear covered just by her robe which is not even done up.
She sits and waits, watching the clock tick the minutes away, waiting for the doorbell, which she knows will happen, she has no doubt in anything this man says to her, and before the half hour is up, she jumps as the noise of the door fills the house.
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