Date: Wed, 4 Sep 1996 21:28:45 -0400 X-Sender: teddyt@teddyt.pop.crosslink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 To: laura@netgate.net From: Ted Subject: Seeing and Believing Seeing and Believing (no spank) He tapped his way through the linen section of the department store nearest the entrance. It had been years seen he had shopped for himself, and he wondered how even to buy something simple as a bath towel if he ever had to live alone. The mission was simple -- get out of the house a little bit, visit the mall, pick up a pair of his favorite Jockey thigh-length briefs and eat at the food court. He wasn't afraid to admit he loved Taco Bell; even ate a lonely Thanksgiving dinner there once. His shopping mission completed, he sat down at a small table in the common eating area surrounded by fast food stalls. Lost in his thoughts and in the second of his four Soft Taco Supremes«, he began thinking about the young lady with whom he had recently established a phone-relationship. A friend with more on-line capability than he had set him up with a sharp young college girl who shared the man's love of spanking fantasies. It turned out as the spring semester came to an end that the 19- year-old actually lived not too far away. But as a responsible older man with everything to lose, he knew they would never meet. It was not a significant problem as long as they could keep occasionally phoning each other for easy conversation, mutual "daddy-daughter" play and, of course, the erotic spankings they conducted through the courtesy of Ma Bell and her babies. Dabbing the last dollop of sour cream from his lips, his attention was drawn to the gaggle of young women who were preparing their own Boston Chicken« repast at an adjacent table. He paid no mind. Then he heard it. A familiar giggle. He kept his head down as was his custom. Could it be? When she regaled her friends with how wonderful a man was "Daddytoes" -- a name known to only two people on earth -- he snapped his head in the direction of his dream daughter, the one with golden curls casacding down her shoulders, the one with slim swaying hips that daily begged to be bared and paddled, the one with the pleasingly pliant bottom. She was oblivious to him. He cocked his head till his eyes met hers, but she did not respond. He saw beyond her; he saw through her to a world of rainbows and glades of lush green; a world where love and trust were within the easy reach of a flat palm upon the curvature of soft buttocks. He looked directly into her soul. But there was nothing for the girl to feel at this most improbable coincidence. There was nothing, really, for him to see, either. They touched only in one old man's fantasy, though they were but three feet apart. His glaucoma-darkened eyes moistened. She rolled her wheelchair closer to the table and began munching a juicy thigh. ###