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territory, asking Rachel about her first sexual experiences and what her sex life was like now. Instead of taking offense and only feeling a little embarrassed, Rachel confided about her limited experience. She felt safe with Richard. He didn’t seem to judge or think she was a prude or hopelessly old-fashioned.
    She admitted she hadn’t dated much and that sex to this point had been less than exciting for her. Richard confided in Rachel as well, talking some about his last serious relationship, admitting he had yet to find “the one”. The girl who would make his heart pound when he thought about her. The girl who would be willing to submit to his dreams and desires. If this was an odd way of phrasing things, Rachel didn’t pick up on it. She hung on his every word, fascinated and not a little love-struck.
    Richard held forth at some length about his ideal woman. She would be open and honest, like Rachel was. She wouldn’t have to be sexually experienced but she would have to be willing to trust her lover. She would be adventurous—willing to try new things, even if they seemed strange or risqué. She would accept that her lover would be the one in control. He would call the shots sexually speaking and she would submit to his requests.
    But that wouldn’t be a one-way street, he assured her. If he found a woman like this, he would cherish her. He would love her so completely she would always feel safe and adored. This woman, if he could ever find her, would come to revel in her sensuality. She would know her ability to drive any man wild with her charms. But she would choose to give herself only to him.
    Rachel felt strange as Richard shared this intimate portrait of his ideal woman. She felt hot and wished suddenly she had a cool drink instead of the tepid herbal tea by her side. Her nipples ached and she realized they were erect, poking out when she looked down. She touched them briefly through her nightie, lightly pinching them. Her heart felt constricted and she had trouble filling her lungs.
    She realized with a tiny secret jolt that she wanted to be that woman. His ideal lover. And yet she only dimly understood what he was saying. The words and concepts were new but a part of her, some secret as yet unexplored part of her, latched on to his words with a silent yes ! That part of her was eager, thirsty, for whatever he was offering.
    The two hours ended too quickly and as Richard began to talk about when he could call her again, Rachel interrupted. “Listen, Richard. About that. I was wondering.” She paused, suddenly unsure of herself. She plunged on. “I was thinking. There’s no reason we have to talk like this. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to call me directly. You know, not through the service.”
    She waited. After a moment, Richard said, “I’d love to call you directly. But, Rachel, if I do that, the rules change.”
    “The rules?” Rachel felt a weird grip in her belly.
    “Yes. It means this is becoming about us, Rachel. It means that I mean more to you than just a nice way to pick up extra cash. Is that what it means, Rachel?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, feeling a blush, glad he couldn’t see her. “Oh yes!”
    “That makes me happy, Rachel. But you should know, if we do this, I’m going to want more from you.”
    “More?” Rachel echoed in a whisper.
    “Yes. I’ll want to move to the next level with you. Are you willing to do that? Ready to do that?”
    Rachel didn’t know what the next level was. At least, she would have said she didn’t, if he’d asked her. But in her gut, she did know. It had always been there, behind the gentle probing, behind the easy laughter.
    “Yes. I’m willing. I want to.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper and she found she was clenching the receiver, her knuckles white.
    “You answered quickly, Rachel. Too quickly perhaps. Before you give me your home number, I want you to be sure. I want you to understand the rules.”
    Rachel felt