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rebuked and then embarrassed. She had been quick to agree to whatever new game he was playing without any real idea of what it meant. She was pretty sure it had to do with sex—after all, they were on a 900 sex line at this very moment. The sexual tension between the two of them was undeniable. She had shared intimate details about her sex life or lack thereof with this man. Now she waited—tensed, confused.
    “Rachel. I want to teach you. About yourself. Sexually.”
    Rachel didn’t respond, unless a sharp intake of breath could be considered a response. Richard continued, his voice soft and low. “We’ve talked some about our pasts, about our sexual experiences and I know yours have been rather, uh, limited.”
    The fact was, she wasn’t a virgin and had had sexual relations—as she had primly said—with two different boyfriends. The sex had been okay but the earth certainly hadn’t moved. In fact, if she were honest, the second relationship had been something of a disaster. She didn’t confide this to Richard—indeed had never told anyone about it, but she’d been humiliated by the man, who ultimately broke up with her.
    She hadn’t loved him and he hadn’t broken her heart, though perhaps he’d scratched it a bit. Even now, a year and a half later, she still carried a secret shame, a wound that had never healed from his cold treatment of her. Among the many minor humiliations he had visited upon her, he had told her she stank and always insisted they shower just before sex. He later told her all women stank—there was nothing to be done about it. It was their lot and men’s lot to endure it.
    That was scant consolation to a woman who was already deeply insecure about her own body and her sexuality. Though she knew he was cruel and his comments had no basis in fact, a part of her believed his condemnation and caused her to shut down just a little more.
    Though she’d rarely dated since then, Rachel remained sexual, quietly yearning for the touch of a lover in the night. But she had found more pleasure at her own hand than with men. Certainly it was safer than risking another scratch to her heart.
    Richard of course had no idea of what was passing through Rachel’s mind as he said, “I have this sense about you, Rachel. I mentioned once an appealing quality of yours—your vulnerability. I love your willingness to honestly explore your feelings. I’m going to be blunt now and I hope I don’t offend you. I’m going to tell you straight out what I want from you, Rachel.
    “This isn’t a make or break deal or anything like that. We’ll still talk as friends if this isn’t for you. But I have a feeling, if you’ll trust me, that I can help you learn amazing things about yourself. You’ll learn what it is to submit to your lover—to give yourself completely.”
    Richard paused but Rachel merely sat, listening. Her heart was pitter-pattering. She didn’t feel capable of speech at that precise moment but she was all ears. He continued. “I want to teach you about yourself. About your body, about your desires. I want to learn with you about what you’re capable of as a sexual and sensual being. I want to take you on a journey of sexual exploration—just you and me. What that means is I’m going to take you through a series of sexual exercises. As you advance with me, my demands will become greater and your experiences more intense. Through it all, you can always say no at any point. And I will be there for you, every step of the way, guiding you.”
    He paused, his voice still calm though Rachel detected a quiet yearning beneath the words. “You’re like a flower, Rachel. Like some glorious hothouse flower never put in the right environment to open and reveal your lush blossoms. I want to help you bloom, sweet girl.” In the silence that ensued he added, “Will you go there with me, Rachel? Will you accept this adventure?”
    Rachel held the phone away from her head for a moment, staring at