Have you ever wondered how it all began?
Fictional Kevin and Dr. Meg
FK: Several months ago I had been bantering about with several new WordPress friends: Dr. Meg, Dr. Shell and Jason. In my typical snarky fashion, I touted my superiority, made fun of their posts and was generally a nuisance.
They all loved me (of course.)
Jason made a serious post about how he was NOT accepting guest posts on his blog. I, of course, took that as a challenge. I decided to write a short story featuring him and my new blogger friends. It was compelling, so he decided to repost it on his blog. Win for the Fictional Boy.
If you read The Post it is, like most of my fiction, concerned with death and gore. Dr. Meg read it and made some comments. The online love was obvious…
M: I had a new follower… Fictional Kevin. His first comments had been on my post about Elmore Leonard’s ten rules of writing. “Seems like a pretty funny guy,” I thought. Ok, I’ll follow back.
I visited and commented on his blog a couple of times and then this happened…
On a post about sending himself text messages to remember ideas while he’s out and about, here is our exchange:
Meg: Funny!!!! I use notes on my phone too. How is that harder than sending yourself a text, Kevin? Are YOU sober?
Kevin: Don’t mess with my mojo this morning, Meg. I will cut a bitch. And I am mostly sober. Well, sort of. Remember: Hemingway said “write drunk, edit sober.” So I’m just like Hemingway. He was an American writer.
Meg: Fine, ‘Ernest’ I will leave you to your scribbling! *Stomping out the virtual door in a huff* “Bitch indeed,” she muttered.
Kevin: Shouts after her: “and put on something nice for once, geez!”
The came The Post. Seriously, go read it and ask me why the hell I stuck around. I can’t explain it myself. I barely knew this guy and he slaughtered me (in the story) in a most gruesome way after insulting me, my blog and my writing. For some reason I didn’t run screaming, I responded:
There he was, on the park bench, waiting for her. It was strange that he’d suggested they meet in the park on such a dreary day. She hadn’t given it much thought. She was too excited to see him. After all Kevin was one of her few writer friends. He of all people would be happy that her book had made the best seller list. As she approached, he looked up at her smiling.
“Hey,” she said, returning the smile.
He rose and offered her the spot where he’d been sitting since it was dry. Instead of sitting beside her, he picked something up from the ground and stood to face her.
“You smug bitch,” he muttered, before landing the first blow.
The first one didn’t kill her, neither did the second. Through the physical pain, her heart was breaking. She thought he’d understand. She thought he’d be happy for her. She thought he was her friend.
Kevin’s response? “This is perfect.”
It apparently was the beginning of a beautiful relationship…
FK: Dr. Meg responded almost positively to her untimely demise in “The Post”. I didn’t find out until later even her hubby, Harry, was concerned.
We continued to banter back and forth on our blogs and eventually she was able to see past my rugged good looks and charm to the real me.
For some years I had considered writing fiction. I make my living writing non-fiction, but I wanted to expand my horizons. Writing fiction is far different than writing non.
Reading Meg’s blog, I realized she is far more competent at fiction than I, so I paid close attention to the things she was writing, trying to learn. It helped. I wrote a couple short stories and also wrote more on a couple longer-term pieces I was working on.
After we got to know one another we exchanged emails.
I began to realize I needed help to be able to write fiction well. I struggled to write dialog and deadlines were an issue – with fiction, I had none. After getting comfortable with Meg and with her writing style, I proposed a limited collaboration. A mid-length story, 14 chapters around 1,000 words each, written alternately as a serial with each chapter appearing on our blogs weekly.
Foolishly, she fell into my trap.
M: Kevin thinks he’s so smart, doesn’t he? Well, he is, actually. And I immediately recognized what a great opportunity and challenge this would be for me. It would push me to write out of my comfort zone. Even though it was not without some misgivings, I left the basic idea for the story up to him, since he had suggested this whole escapade. I even let him write the first chapter, knowing that would give me the final word. And thus, more control over the story.*evil laugh*
You see, originally we thought we’d keep our alternating chapters secret from one another so that we’d have to “respond” to one another’s writing. But as the story progressed we realized that a true collaboration was going to have to happen if this tale was going to be any good. And THAT’S when I foolishly fell into his trap!
FK: Writing the first chapter was easy for me, but it lacked “something.” I am good at identifying the psychological makeup and backstory for characters. I had that down cold. I can even write a compelling bit of narrative if I work hard and hold my mouth just right.
When I got done, there was something missing. That first chapter was all “tell” and no “show.”
I sent it to Meg for her input. She agreed. She helped me craft some dialog that showed David “being” David, rather than simply me telling the reader about him. It improved the chapter dramatically (pun intended.)
This is one of the best reasons to get a writing partner: He/she can fill in the gaps in your own ability.
M: I have the same habits as Kevin in creating backstory for my characters. Write a little biography on them, things that won’t necessarily be included in the narrative, but information that helps you shape their behavior. Up to this point though, I hadn’t written a character into a situation as dangerous and psychologically manipulative as the one Dr. Melody Rivers was in with David Twichell. The difficult part was that I had largely based Melody on myself. I now had to really imagine how I would react in those circumstances. I had a mini freak out at one point. It was unnerving to put oneself in the crosshairs of a potential killer. Thus, being able to talk it through with my writing partner was invaluable. The experience of collaboration has made both of us better writers.
FK: After 14 weeks, we finished our story at 17,000 words or so. Our readers enjoyed it and we enjoyed creating it. We’ll be putting it up at Amazon and will do a free weekend if you want to pick it up. You can join our announcement list here.
Some things we learned from the process:
- A writing partner can help you have deadlines for your writing
- A writing partner who has strengths you do not have can make you a better writer
- A writing partner can help you see your characters and their thoughts and actions in a different light
- A writing partner can brainstorm plot and character ideas with you and help you both create a more compelling story
- A writing partner can act out dialog with you to give it a more “real” feeling for the reader
- A writing partner can become a good friend – this was the best part for me.
Once we got the story completed, Meg and I along with our significants met in Gatlinburg for a meal and beers. It was fun and I think Meg and I will be friends for many years to come.
If I don’t murder her.
M: Or I murder him first… See? I always get the final word!
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is here. Eight here. Nine can be found here. Meg has written chapter 10, go over to her blog to read it. Chapter 11 is here. Go over to Meg’s blog to read chapter 12 and to comment…
Chapter 12 – Admission
Mel finally turned the phone off completely. David had called back repeatedly and when she hadn’t answered, he switched to… (click here to continue reading)
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is here. Eight here. Nine can be found here. Meg has written chapter 10, go over to her blog, read and comment there – comments are disabled here.
Chapter 10 – The Appointment
David parked in one of the spaces of the small parking lot outside Rivers Chiropractic. It was show time…. (Click here to go read the chapter at Dr. Meg’s blog.)
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is here. Eight here. Nine is below.
Chapter 9 – Watching
“Workforce Management, Joyce” said the impossibly cheery for 5am voice.
“Yeah, this is David Twitchell. I’m not feeling well. Been up all night vomiting. I won’t be in today.”
“Sorry to hear that, David, but none of us need to catch anything from you!” Of course, thought David, all about herself. No one cares about anyone but themselves. “Let me just get your employee number and I’ll enter it in the computer.”
He rattled off his number and the call ended with Joyce’s insincere “Feel better!”
David wasn’t sick, but he needed a day. Melody had been keeping him up, talking, texting, until the early hours of the morning every day. He needed to get some sleep.
He also had other plans.
Their talks each night were warm, intimate, fun and sexy. Neither of them wanted to get off the phone and go to sleep, no matter how soon the alarm would ring. Last night was no exception.
“I love these late night talks, David” Mel mused at 1:15 AM. Her voice was drowsy.
“Of course you do.” David snarked.
“Hey, be nice. Where is sweet David? I’m pretty sure he was here earlier.”
“I enjoy them too, Mel. We need to get some sleep. I’ll bet you’re in bed right now, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been in bed the whole time. Right now, I wish you were in bed holding me while I drift off to sleep.”
“That might be interesting. If I were there, I’m not sure we would sleep.”
“I’m defenseless after midnight…” Mel’s words trailed off.
“I’ll be there in an hour…” David joked, though he imagined the scene in his mind. He would imagine it in more detail after they hung up.
Melody would imagine too. She had many times. She found herself looking at the pictures of David on her phone often. Imagining his touch. His smell. Wanting the romance he so often wrote about on his blog. Wanting to be loved the way he talked about love. Wanting to be cherished by someone. Wanting that someone to be David.
She liked the way he made her feel. David was her daily drug.
David got up at 7. Earlier than he would have liked. He had a plan for today. He was parked outside Mel’s before 8 AM.
This morning David wanted to see Mel. He told himself it was all part of his plan, this is what a good serial killer would do, but it was a lie. The truth he couldn’t admit to himself: He was attracted to her. He wanted to see her, watch her move. If he were as clever as he pretended, he would have realized parking in front of her house was a bad move. She could see his car. A neighbor could write down his plate.
A few minutes after arriving, David got the first glimpse of what he longed for: Melody came out of the house, tennis shoes, yoga pants, sports bra and tank. Brunette pony tail. He watched her stretch.
He huddled down in the seat as she began her run, the sidewalk across the street just yards away. He peaked up over the dash just in time to see her shapely ass and tight waist jogging away from him. Her ponytail bobbed seductively.
David was tempted to follow in his car then thought better of it. Too much of a risk. Seeing her “in the flesh” made him want to get closer. He thought through the possibilities and came up with a plan. He saved the number of her Chiropractic practice from the sign in his phone.
40 minutes passed before he saw her running toward him again. He again hid as she turned up her walk, rising to see her lithe body stretch once more before going into the house. He watched for another 15 before he saw her charcoal Acura TLX back out of the drive. He turned the key on his Taurus and followed a half block behind.
“Going for your Thursday ‘lesson’ with Anton, I see” mused David aloud.
David kept the Acura in view as he followed her the five minutes to Anton’s. She parked on the street and he pulled in a spot within sight, a half-block away. He watched as she popped out of the car, now wearing a vintage Rush T instead of her tank, and sprung up the steps to the door.
He liked the way she moved.
The door opened instantly and David caught just a glimpse of a bearded man as she entered. Then the door closed. David knew it would be 45 minutes before she emerged. He took the Taurus out of park and drove slowly by Anton’s. There was a sign in front, which he expected. What he didn’t expect was the name of Anton’s business. He thought it would be something about martial arts or personal defense. Instead it made him shudder.
“Petrescue Consulting Services – Computer and Internet Security”
David circled the block and returned to the spot he had vacated. He pulled out his phone and opened a browser, typing in the business name. He found Anton’s website. Among the services listed: Background checks.
“Shit, this could be bad” David spoke to the screen. His heart was racing the same way it did every time he feared being caught in one of his many lies.
“OK, let me think. Did I leave any loose ends for Anton to find?” He did a mental checklist. In his own mind he told himself he was certainly smarter than Anton. Smarter than most anybody, really. He had covered his tracks well. The pictures wouldn’t show up in any reverse image search. David Ridgeway was a common enough name it would be difficult for even an expert to locate the “right” one, and even if they tried, there wouldn’t be anyone there to find.
David calmed a bit. Now he had Anton’s last name. He decided to do a little “counter espionage” work of his own, googling “Anton Petrescue”. His bio said he had served with distinction in the Romanian Foreign Intelligence Service – Serviciul de Informații Externe (SIE). He had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Anton was the “real deal.”
“I probably know more about him already then he will ever find out about me” thought David. Hubris was one of David’s many flaws. “Brains over brawn every time.” Despite the reassurance he attempted, he still felt the anxiety.
It was almost time for Mel’s lesson to be over, so he fixed his eyes on the door. She emerged, as did Anton. Full head of dark hair, thin but well muscled. Dark, full beard with grey at the sides. His rugged looks intimidated David. Then they hugged. David felt insecure jealousy pulse through him. Rage. Mel gave Anton a flirty wave as she opened the door to her car. Anton waved back.
“That bitch” David spewed through clenched teeth as he cranked the engine.
She pulled out and David followed just close enough to keep her in sight. Instead of going back to her home, she was taking a different route. David was still clenching his teeth when she pulled into Wegman’s. He parked a distance away and watched her move into the store. He thought about going in himself, but that would jeopardize the plan he had for later today.
He picked up the phone and speed dialed her. Mel answered with “I was just thinking about you.” Sure you were, bitch.
“So what are you doing this fine day, other than thinking about me?” David feigned lightheartedness the same way he did on his job.
“Just got done with my workout with Anton. Picking up a few groceries.” Mel innocently replied.
“So how is your bronze Adonis today?” Mel picked up the edge in David’s question.
“Oh, David, you don’t have to worry about Anton – he’s old enough to be my father…well, at least my uncle. We even talked about you today.” Mel left out the questions Anton asked were less than encouraging for her budding relationship.
“Oh, I see…did you kick his ass?”
“I wish! He is amazingly fast and fit. I can barely keep up.” Her observation hit David’s insecurities again.
“Probably strong too” David observed.
“What’s gotten into you today? Are you feeling a bit jealous? Anton is just my teacher and my friend. That’s all.” Mel decided to change the topic. “How’s work today? You usually only call me after.”
“I’m writing some ad copy for IBM. It’s boring,” David lied, “I thought I’d give myself a treat.”
“I’m ready to check out, you’ll call me later, right?” Her voice was cheery. David calmed some, feeling reassured she desired to talk to him.
“Count on it.” He certainly did.
David hung up and waited a few more minutes until Mel emerged, two bags in hand. He followed her back to her house and drove by as she pulled in. He returned to his apartment, plopped himself into his chair and got out his phone once again, pressing dial.
“Rivers’ Chiropractic” the receptionist answered.
“Yes, my name is David Twitchell. I need an appointment to see Dr. Rivers as soon as possible.”
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is here. Click here to go to Meg’s blog and read the 8th.
Chapter 8 Suspicion
“Melody, you’re not paying attention,” Anton scolded as he helped her up from the floor mat. “Where is your head this morning?”
Mel winced and took his hand. “Sorry, sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
After he’d pulled her to her feet, Anton crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at her hard. “Is it David again?” He shook his head. “I told you to be careful.”
Melody smirked. “Don’t worry. I can take care of myself, Anton. Things have taken a good turn with David actually.”
“Oh?” He gestured for her to continue.
“Yep. He explained everything. The nasty comment, the other guy’s Facebook, everything.” She relayed the story David had given her about his identity being used to make nasty comments.
Anton said nothing, but raised an eyebrow.
“And… and…” she said, pointing a finger at him. “Savannah is no longer in the picture. They split up.”
“Are you… (Click here to read on…)
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is below.
Chapter 7 – Texting
David cursed aloud as he read the email from Mel. He pulled a beer soaked blur of a memory from his mind, recalling his rant on that bitch’s blog. He didn’t break character often, but he had there, and the revelation in Mel’s mind could ruin his plans. He immediately felt a shudder of anxiety. He felt exposed.
The Facebook question surprised him. He had assumed she would attempt to “Google” him, but he didn’t realize she knew how to do a reverse image search. Clever. But the image was easy to explain away. The comment would be harder.
“Think,” David spoke to the bare apartment walls as he paced,”I need to pretend I am being completely open and honest with her. Disarming. Give her no cause for fear or alarm.”
Good to hear back from you!
I’m sure that comment sent you into overdrive, it did me too. I didn’t make it – or the other hateful comments I’ve managed to get deleted. Here’s what happened:
Someone, I don’t know who, got upset with me for some reason. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when you try to make a comment on WordPress and you are not logged in, you can put in whatever name, domain and email you choose. This person decided to “get back at me” by making hateful comments on other people’s blogs claiming to be me. I’m actually surprised they didn’t make any similar comments on yours. When it was brought to my attention I contacted the bloggers and told them it wasn’t me but someone posing as me and they deleted the comments.
He had actually done this to another blogger who had angered him. It was the perfect excuse. He was the victim, not the perpetrator. Mel would feel sorry for him rather than run from him.
Now to “thank” her for bringing it to his attention:
It’s a bit horrifying you thought it was maybe me who had made the comment. I’m glad you brought it up so I could give you the truth. I’ll contact B&R and let her know so she can delete it as well.
Now on to the Facebook sketch.
The Facebook sketch is NOT me. I probably shouldn’t have lifted the pic I found online, but I was just starting, had no readers and wanted to preserve my anonymity. I’m sure you understand.
She offered to “talk,” David thought it was the perfect opening to move along their faux relationship.
Your empathy means a great deal. I too have felt a kinship with you and feel as if I know you despite us never having spoken and barely exchanged emails. I would love to “talk”. And though I suspect by “talk” you meant “email”, I’m going to give you my cell number. Feel free to use it or not. A friend right now to give me perspective would be welcome, but I’m cool with just email if that’s what your comfortable with. It is (484)555-1922.
Use it or not, it’s up to you.
David hoped she would call. He imagined late night sexually charged conversations moving her. But he needed to do one more thing to alleviate any fear she might still harbor.
Based on what you found online, I wanted to give you my “real” identity as well. I’m sure meeting someone online can stir up all kinds of fears in a woman – especially one who is smart, attractive and single. I don’t have a Facebook. But I have attached some pics of me. My real name is David Ridgeway. As you can understand, please don’t connect my name to my blog publicly. I want to remain anonymous.
He attached a few of the pictures he had pilfered from the obituary. Not all of them – he would dole those out to her over time. He wanted her to think they were “new” not taken of a dead man years ago. The idea of luring a victim using pictures of a dead man made him smile.
I hope you’ll respond with with email, text or call. I’ll be looking for it.
Within moments of hitting send, David’s phone chirped a text.
Mel: Hi David, it’s Mel. I just read your email. I’d love to talk in a few. Have to deal with something here at the house. 20 min ok? 9:29 PM
The trap was sprung and Melody Rivers was caught in it. David responded immediately.
David: Wow, thanks for getting back to me. I appreciate you sharing your phone. 20 min is fine. 9:30 PM
Mel: Ok 9:30 PM
David: I’m here whenever you get back. Excited to hear from you. 9:32 PM
Charming. Gracious. 21 minutes later, his phone lit up with another text.
Mel: I’m back! Heard a crash outside, had to check it out. It’s all good. Anyway, thanks for letting me know what happened with the comment, that’s terrible. Also, I appreciate you giving me your personal info. I know you’ve been trying to stay anonymous. Thanks for sharing that. 9:53 PM
David: I figure you probably aren’t a serial killer. What’s the chance of TWO serial killers meeting online? 9:54 PM
Mel: You’re such a smart ass! So I’m sorry to hear about S. Are you ok? 9:56 PM
David: Thanks. It’s hard right now. I thought after a year of mostly ups and a few downs, she felt pretty much as I did – as I do. 9:57 PM
David: BTW her real name is Joan. She’s from Savannah. Moved to Allentown a few years ago. 9:57 PM
Mel: She wasn’t being honest with you. I know how that feels… 10:00 PM
David: You do? 10:02 PM
Mel: I think I’ve mentioned that I’m divorced… he cheated. 10:02 PM
David: I’m so sorry. But like I have been telling myself the last few days, it’s in my past. My future is going to be awesome. It’s a bump in the road. 10:03 PM
Mel: That’s a great attitude! I’m glad to see that! Your post really made me sad… 10:04 PM
David: Now I can find another amazing woman who finds me amazing too. It will happen. My life is always good. 10:06 PM
David: amazing is rare, but I seem to find it in many people. Like you, for instance. You’re pretty amazing. 10:06 PM
David: What was your big 20 min crisis? 10:12 PM
Mel: Something crashed outside. Twice. I had to check it out. My firewood pile toppled over and hit the trash can. Probably squirrels. It made a mess though 10:15 PM
David: Wow, do you live in a wooded area? 10:16 PM
Mel: Well… Sort of. It’s an older neighborhood with lots of mature trees. But I am still in the city 10:18 PM
David: If you don’t mind my asking, where do you live? You don’t have to share. I live in Allentown, PA. 10:21 PM
Mel: No it’s ok. I’m in Bryn Mawr, not far from the college. 10:22 PM
Mel: You ever go to the Allentown Fair? 10:22 PM
David: I have, several years ago. I’m drawing a blank on where Bryn Mawr is? What’s it near? 10:23 PM
Mel: Seriously? It’s just outside Philadelphia, north and west on the way to Valley Forge. You should know that! Allentown isn’t that far! 🙂 10:25 PM
David: I haven’t gone to Philly much. I just tell my chauffeur where I want to go and he takes me. Don’t you do the same? 10:26 PM
David: I figured your 20 min crisis was you getting finished with your latest boy toy 10:27 PM
Mel: Ha! You’re funny! 10:27 PM
Mel: I need more than 20 min… 10:27 PM
David: Well, if he knows what he’s doing. I can assure you, I always know what I am doing. 10:28 PM
Mel: Do you now? 10:28 PM
David: To make love to a woman properly you have to cherish her. Sex is banal. Making love means cherishing, savoring her completely. Taking over mind before body 10:29 PM
David: Captivating, teasing, being in control of her experience and eventual release. It takes time. Hours. 10:30 PM
Mel: Well…. You do have my attention! 10:30 PM
David: Women are typically unaware of even their own body. They never give it much thought and men certainly don’t. I studied to learn techniques that are unusual 10:31 PM
David: It’s hard to think about giving up sex, but I also won’t have sex with someone I’m not in love with. Been there, done that. 10:34 PM
Mel: And that’s how I feel too. I’m not shy but I didn’t expect that… Not yet anyway. 10:35 PM
David: You’re single single? No man in the shadows? 10:35 PM
Mel: Not really. Ha! Unless you count my friend Anton. He’s just about my only RW friend right now. 10:36 PM
David: I love full-out. I want to cherish someone again. I know it will happen. Finding “amazing” once again. 10:36 PM
David: How long have your been divorced? 10:37 PM
Mel: I can’t keep up with you! 10:37 PM
David: “That’s what she said…” 10:38 PM
Mel: I’ve been officially divorced for a few weeks, separated for 18 mos. it was a nasty divorce 10:38 PM
Mel: Lol!!! 10:38 PM
David: Wow, so did the decree sting? 10:39 PM
Mel: He tried to ruin me financially as well as emotionally. I’m all right tho. Getting back on my feet! 10:40 PM
David: Now that it’s official, is Anton going to be more than a friend? 10:40 PM
Mel: Ha! No, it’s not like that! 10:41 PM
David: A smart, accomplished woman like you deserves to have someone cherish their every breath. You need to find that someone. 10:42 PM
Mel: Thank for that. Maybe someday… 10:43 PM
David: Life is short. I grab it by the balls and hold on for the ride. You should try it. It’s liberating. I asked you a Q you never answered… 10:44 PM
Mel: I celebrate life, now that it’s my own again! What Q? 10:45 PM
David: May not matter now, but I’m curious: What would make a romantic day for you? 10:46 PM
Mel: Oh! From the email! Sorry, forgot! Mm, let’s see… Depends on the time of year. Maybe a day hiking? Dinner at home later, cooking together, wine, and um dessert…. 10:50 PM
David: “Dessert” is the best part after a wonderful, intimate, joy filled time. I’m missing the idea of “dessert” 10:51 PM
Mel: Haha! Sweet tooth, huh? Me too! 10:52 PM
David: Yeah, something like that. We’re sexual beings but we’re also mental/emotional ones. The only way sex is great is when there is the other connection, ya know? 10:53 PM
Mel: I hear that. 10:53 PM
David: Right now my chest aches as I think about how it felt to wake up with Joan’s head pressed against it, my arms around her soft body… 10:54 PM
David: Sometimes, most times, that was better than making love. Tho it usually lead to the latter. 10:54 PM
Mel: I’m so sorry. 10:54 PM
David: Have you experienced that in your own life? Did your husband, at least for a time, cherish you? Your mind? Your heart? Your body? 10:55 PM
Mel: I thought he did. But looking back I’m not sure 10:56 PM
David: If you’re not sure I wonder if he ever did. Tho I can’t speak for your relationship. When one is cherished soul and body, one would know. 10:57 PM
Mel: Do you think so? I’ve been fooled once… 10:58 PM
David: If someone cherishes you, it’s more than words, more than sex. It’s how they hold you, touch you. It’s how they make your coffee. Listen to your words. 10:59 PM
David: It’s knowing, without them even saying, you can trust them to never betray you, to have your back. 11:00 PM
Mel: But I do want that again 11:00 PM
David: Are you a bit jaded now? I refuse to be. 11:00 PM
Mel: I guess so. I’m trying not to be. I want to be in love again, to be loved and to give love. Maybe it’s just too soon. 11:01 PM
David: Based on what you write. Based on who you are. You deserve to love and be loved in the way you’ve always dreamed of. We both do. 11:02 PM
Mel: You’re amazing, David. 11:03 PM
David: What does Anton advise you about men? 11:03 PM
Mel: Anton wants me to be careful 11:04 PM
Mel: I can take care of myself! 11:04 PM
David: I know I’m amazing and that’s why I won’t settle for less than. Anton is right, you should be careful. You’re a catch in every way. I’ve thought about it… 11:05 PM
David: And I’m sure you can take care of yourself. 11:05 PM
Mel: Stop! 🙂 you’re making me blush! 11:05 PM
David: It’s just this: When I was in my recently ended relationship, I still appreciated other women’s attributes. I am not a cheat, but I still said to myself “someone would be lucky to be with that person” 11:07 PM
David: I recognized your amazing a long time ago. 11:07 PM
Mel: “That person” meaning me? 11:07 PM
David: Of course. If I had been single, I would have certainly tried to get to know you personally. Kinda like we are now. 11:08 PM
Mel: What are you thinking? 11:08 PM
David: I’d like to get to know you better. See if we click IRL as well as we do on the blogs. This is a good start. We’re both attractive in many ways and we find each other so. Not anything serious, but we should talk. Get to know one another. I have a sexy voice… 11:10 PM
Mel: Then you should call me next time. Now you have my number… 11:11 PM
David: Honesty: I’m not sure I’m ready. My emotions are a mess right this minute. Despite my bluster, I’m hurting pretty deeply. But I think I might like that. 11:13 PM
Mel: I get it. Believe me. Whenever you want, then. I’ll wait to hear from you. 11:14 PM
David: I’ve enjoyed texting with you. Thank you for connecting. We’ll do this again soon. Maybe something even better. I need to go get some things done. 11:16 PM
Mel: Ok goodnight! 11:16 PM
David: Sweet Dreams ; ) 11:16 PM
Mel: 😉 11:17 PM
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth and comment, go to Meg’s blog by clicking here.
Chapter Four: Switch
Something wasn’t right. Mel had tossed and turned all night worrying about it. Thinking she would get a little background on David before things went any further, she Googled him. She began by searching the e-mail address he’d given her. It led back to his blog. No surprise there. Next, she searched “Fictional David” and again she was directed to the blog. But as she scrolled down, she discovered the list also included comments he’d made on other blog posts, and mentions other bloggers made of him. Interesting. He was a frequent commenter. Mel soon realized she wasn’t the only female blogger David had been flirting with. Not cool.
And then… (Click here to read on at Dr. Meg’s blog)