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She clicks the button again, her heart pounding. Will he write today? It bothers her that it matters. After all, they will meet on Sunday as planned, whether he writes or not. He warned her about this addiction to suspense. He told her that he writes for his pleasure, not hers. Still, she shivers in hopeful anticipation. The words that spell out what he’ll do to her make her tremble. Tied. Collar. Dog. Candle. Whip. When his next mail finally arrives, she will gasp in relief, grateful and frightened at the same time.

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