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Later Ryan pushed his way through the front door of his appartment to find the usual junkmail sitting on the inside of the letterbox . he picked them up and shuffled through them. All good advertisers know how much men thought of sex and so played on this through skimpy clothed girls holding various products to entice them into a flase sense of promise that if you buy this product, this is what happens. Ryan usually could appreciate the attractiveness of the women, but today was different. There was only one person he spent time thinking about , and in doing so a sense of lonesomeness filled his gut.

He moved to his pocket of the suit jacket he'd just removed, and eyed the screen warily. Nothing. Nothing at all, and he began to type.

To: Lile
'Hope daddy didnt catch you home late ;) and after dinner i wanted to pose you a question to re-establish peace of mind....'

He hadn't ever really been a text flirt, but the suspense in waiting for the reply was extraordinary.