fifty-shades-of-grey

time you do assume the correct demeanor for a sub is in the playroom. It seems that’sthe one place where you let me exercise proper control over you, and the only place youdo as you’re told. Exemplary is the term that comes to mind. And I’d never beat youblack and blue. I aim for pink. Outside the playroom, I like that you challenge me. It’s avery novel and refreshing experience, and I wouldn’t want to change that. So yes, tell mewhat you want in terms of more. I will endeavor to keep an open mind, and I shall try andgive you the space you need and stay away from you while you are in Georgia. I lookforward to your next email.In the meantime, enjoy yourself. But not too much.Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.Holy crap. He’s written an essay like we’re back at school – and most of it good. My heartis in my mouth as I re-read his epistle, and I huddle on the spare bed practically huggingmy Mac. Make our agreement a year? I have the power! Jeez, I’m going to have to thinkabout that. Take him literally, that’s what my mother says. He doesn’t want to lose me.He’s said that twice! He wants to make this work too. Oh Christian, so do I! He’s goingto try and stay away! Does this mean he might fail to stay away? Suddenly, I hope so. Iwant to see him. We’ve been apart less than twenty-four hours, and knowing that I can’tsee him for four days, I realize how much I miss him. How much I love him.“Ana, honey.” The voice is soft and warm, full of love and sweet memories of times goneby.A gentle hand brushes my face. My mom wakes me, and I’m wrapped around mylaptop, hugging it to me.“Ana, sweetheart,” she continues in her soft singsong voice while I surface from sleep,blinking in the pale pink light of dusk.“Hi, Mom.” I stretch out and smile.“We’re going out for dinner in thirty minutes. You still want to come?” she asks kindly.“Oh, yes, Mom, of course.” I try very hard, but fail to stifle my yawn.“Now that’s an impressive piece of technology.” She points to my laptop.Oh crap.“Oh… this?” I strive for casual, surprised nonchalance.Will Mom notice? She seems to have grown more astute since I acquired a ‘boyfriend’.“Christian lent it to me. I think I could pilot the space shuttle with it, but I just use itfor emails and Internet access.”Really it’s nothing. Eyeing me suspiciously, she sits down on the bed and tucks a straylock of hair behind my ear.