James

Dear, the download triggered - I was distracted - and the fantasy enveloped me like a sleeve. Pop. Just like that. After all the prep, the warnings. No more me. What will I be like? How will I treat you? I’ve always wondered what would happen if. And now -- I hope I treat you decently. I hope I at least acknowledge you. Will you recognize my genuine love for you? Will it show? I am so, so sorry.