But it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered.

Except the fact that finally I'd found someone who I could relate to.

I'd found a man who was a real man and not a wimp.

Clifford had taught me the truth… had taught me to see the truth in myself.

I loved pain!

His pain!

And I would do anything to get it.

It was a lesson I wasn't going to forget.

I know that for the next several days I did nothing but wait for that phone to ring.

I hung by it, hoping for it to go off and be him.

Toward the end of the first week, I started to despair.

There was no word from him at all.

Had he grown tired of me so quickly!

Had he found another!

What?

What had I done wrong?

I was sitting in my living room, staring out the window, a full two weeks later, still very upset that I hadn't heard from him, and wondering just what had soured Clifford on me.

When the phone rang!

I looked at it and couldn't believe it.

The phone was ringing incessantly.

As if it were angry.

God, I raced for it.

I wanted to get it before it was too late.

I just knew who it was on the other side.

I knew his ring!

CHAPTER FOUR

I rushed for that phone, my heart pounding.

Could it actually be him?

I hoped…

I prayed…

My pussy was immediately on fire when I thought about it…

It was going to be incredible…

Really fabulous…

If it was…

I'd learned my lesson!

I knew what it meant to be deprived of his glorious body!

Please…

Oh please…

As you can see, I was in some state!

"Hello?"

The silence on the other end was agonizing.