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of you has built up in me.
    Since “meeting” you online, I find I need to relieve the pressure much more often. My thoughts are filled with you at all hours. You pop into my mind at work, at play, at rest. You reside in my mind, in my heart, in my fantasies. You occupy a special place in my imagination.
    What I feel for you goes beyond the physical alone, but I can hardly deny that that is where the results are most visible. The embarrassing protrusion in my pants in the middle of doing business is testament to your strong hold on me, and proof that my mind has wandered from work once again in the midst of what are supposed to be business hours.
    If I can get there this coming weekend, are you free?
     
    Yours,
    Max
     
    Well, if he was having to “take himself in hand,” as he so delicately put it, there probably wasn’t any other woman in his life at present. Relieved, and excited at the prospect of seeing him in the flesh, she felt very up as she wrote her reply.
     
    Hi, Max,
     
    I, too, had a good evening and am as hungry for you as you are for me. Jeff was able to fix the stuck “E” on the computer. I’m in good shape to keep writing you. I was concerned the “E” would stop working altogether. Then how could I type, “Yes—I’ll make sure I’m available this coming weekend!”—a sentence requiring seven “E”s?
    Do you really think you can be here? When will you know for sure? I’m counting the days—hours—minutes till you get here.
    And I’m not going to answer your sexual questions. You’ll have to meet me face-to-face to learn the answers. (Have I given you more incentive to get here quickly?)
    Meanwhile, call me one of these nights...soon!
     
    Yours,
    Kari
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Max sat at his computer, reading Kari’s letter. She seemed so bubbly, so vibrant, so funny, so warm. But would she be the same in person?
    Once, in the past, Max had been quite taken with a woman he’d met by phone...they’d been doing business over the telephone, but had had no occasion to meet face-to-face. Enchanted with her—she’d possessed many of the same characteristics he ascribed to Kari—he agreed to meet this woman for drinks and dinner.
    After half a drink, he’d known the evening was down the tubes. The woman—her name was Helene—was vastly different in person than he’d expected from her telephone persona. On the phone, she’d been funny, flirtatious, and warm...among other characteristics. But in person, she was stiff, uptight, serious, and totally lacking the warmth that had drawn him to her.
    If Helene could be that much of a disappointment...and he’d talked to her often by phone...what could happen with Kari, whom he’d never even spoken to? She might prove to be incredibly—and disappointingly—different in person.
    Restless, Max got up from his computer and looked at his watch. Only 8:00. Not much of a TV fan, Max preferred pursuits that engaged him more completely. Now he debated what to do. He’d already finished the crossword and was too tired for anything as physical as painting another room of his house or working on the car he was restoring.
    He finally settled on running a couple of errands. He could go to the supermarket, and he could stop by the ATM to deposit a couple of stock dividend checks he’d gotten in today’s mail. He had tomorrow night’s dinner in the house, but needed something for Wednesday and Thursday, as well as a few other necessities. He could also stand to put some gas in the car.
    At the supermarket, he picked up some fresh rye bread at the bakery counter, shunning the packaged breads. There were no other customers at the counter, and a new young woman waited on him. She was friendly, vivacious, almost flirtatious. Max got into a spirited exchange with her, but when she seemed to be coming on to him, he drew back and said, “Well, I’d better get on with my shopping.”
    Kari’s concerns notwithstanding, Max was no