I'd call once in awhile and we emailed and sometimes we chatted. There is something about the computer that kicked up our intimacy.
Looking at a piece on my thigh right now, want a taste? I never thought of her in any kind of sexual way until one particular evening on the phone. We talked some more, but there was something odd about her. I had a pang in my gut at the thought of her with someone else. B: I was worried, thought I might have to come over there.