Jason32:            i assume that you are a fem
          MisDemeanor:   definitely f and all f at that  <s>
          Jason32:            what do you look like
          MisDemeanor:   5'6", long shoulder-length
                                    blonde hair, deep blue eyes,
                                    very feminine, long legs, 
                                    36-24-38
          Jason32:            wow–you sound really nice
          MisDemeanor:    and you?

     There was a bit of a pause.  She knew what was happening.  This was an old game to her and one that she never grew tired of.  Only the truly talented ones were able to equal her.  This one was new and she wondered just how far he would be able to get with her.

          Jason32:          32, 6', brown wavy hair, hazel
                                  green eyes, nice build, works
                                  out at the gym, 165 lbs.

     He sounded really nice but, then again, they all do.  Still, she was ticked off.  She just hated it when they didn't ask for her age.  Not that she was going to tell them the truth; not the real truth anyhow.  After all, she didn't have to.  It was her game and she made the rules.  In this place she was twenty-eight-years-old and not one day more.  Still, she just hated it when they didn't ask how old she was.

          MisDemeanor: Jason, you sound so sexy <s>
          Jason32:           what are you wearing

     She looked down at her white cotton nightgown decorated with green petalled roses and replied,

          MisDemeanor:  a pair of really sheer black
                                   satin pajamas...the top is
                                   unbuttoned
          Jason32:           I bet you are gorgeous
          MisDemeanor:  what is Jason wearing <winking>
          Jason32:           a pair of cut-offs and a tee shirt

     She shook her head and smiled to herself.  Where in the world did these guys ever get the idea that wearing shorts and a tee was sensuous to a woman?

          MisDemeanor: Mmmmm, baby, so sexy
          Jason32:          alright...wanna cyber?
          MisDemeanor: No–byyyeeeeeeee
          Jason 32:         hey, come back here

     It was the age thing.  He didn't ask for her age.  What an idiot!  She just hated it when they didn't ask for her age.
     The poor guy didn't know what he was missing.
     Oh, well, the men who played the cyber game in the "Come Flirt With Me" room were a dime a dozen.  Others would come along soon.  There were always several guys who were clamoring to chat with her.  Perhaps the next one who requested a private chat would be more of a worthy cyber mate.  Then again, she had been sitting for quite some time and her bladder was sending a message to her brain.  It was time for a bathroom break.
          Mina pulled the recliner handle up and the foot rest lowered itself into the heavily stuffed chair.  As she leaned forward ,she carefully placed the keyboard down on the pull-out shelf in front of her.  She was  more comfortable holding it in her lap when on-line and the split keyboard with the hand rests was considerably easier to use.  She had retired from  thirty-seven years as an office secretary where she had the reputation of being the fastest typist in the company.  The rest of her body may have slowed down considerably but her hands were still quite nimble on the keys.  With a fast brain and equally fast fingers, Mina Long was one very fast cyber lady.
     As she forced her legs to lift the rest of her body up to the walker, she felt the stiffness that comes from advanced age.  She thought of herself as being fortunate to still be alive.  The stroke had nearly killed her but she fought her way back.  It was a long, hard battle but she came out of it as the victor.  Now it was too difficult  to get out of the house; almost impossible.  As a result, the television set and the computer had become her two closest companions.
     Returning from her slow excursion to the bathroom, Mina eased herself back into the recliner and took inventory of the her suitors.  Each of their nicknames was listed in the "instant message" window next to her own.  Her wrinkled right hand grabbed hold of the mouse.   As she rolled it across the pad to highlight each name, her quick responses determined their success or their failure at gaining her attentions.

     Click, click.....
          PrfctGuy:         m or f
          MisDemeanor:  if you ask your mother she might tell you

     Click, click.....
          FoolnRound:    hey, baby, wanna cyber
          MisDemeanor: no, but you might try mastercybering

     Click, click..... 
          ExecGent:        Excuse me...might we chat?
          MisDemeanor: Actually, NOT!!!

     Click, click..... 
          NYM36:           yoe, woman, come to papa
          MisDemeanor:  yoe, goonball, yore mama

     Click, click..... 
          McRanger:      isn't it abowt time you had a reel man
          MisDemeanor: is you be a reel man or like whut

     Click, click..... 
          MstrPleezr:  something tells me that you are a
                              very special lady–am i right <s>

     There he was.  Mina had developed a sixth sense when it came to the guys who were the most interesting.  She knew which ones were more bravado than substance and she could spot the good ones immediately.  This "MstrPleezr" looked to be one of the good ones.

          MisDemeanor: and who would like to know <s>
          MstrPleezr:       <—Chad
          MisDemeanor: a pleasure to meet you, Chad
          MstrPleezr:      the pleasure is all mine...and you are?
          MisDemeanor: <—Ava
          MstrPleezr:      i like that...Ava...sexy  <s>

     Ava was very sexy.  Mina had worked with her a few years previous to her retirement.  She was the office sweetheart; young, very pretty, and sought after by most of the red blooded male employees.  Her speedy advancement had less to do with any skills she had as a secretary and more to do with her natural charms.  Everyone knew that.  Mina had stayed late to finish some filing.  Curious upon hearing the commotion in the boss's office, she decided to investigate.  Finding Mr. Lockhart and Ava together was not what shocked her.  It was seeing the old gentleman down on all fours with a naked woman on his back screaming, "Go, horsie, go!" that surprised her.  Mina burst into laughter as she closed the door and scurried to grab her purse and leave.  She never squealed on her employer.  Of course, the substantial raise she got that week made the scandal easier to keep to herself.  Ava was quite a woman and so "Ava" it was.  Mina was quite a woman, too.

          MisDemeanor: Chad...also a very sexy name <g>
          MstrPleezr:       i love your member info...is the 
                                   lady who wrote that as cute as i
                                   think she is

     It was her habit to change the information from time to time that chatters make available on their member's information window.  At first, she had simply opted  to type in "N/A" (not applicable) but she soon found out that clever little descriptions of herself were a turn on to any male who might check her "MI" out before instant messaging her.  It currently read, "In a box full of chocolates, I'm the one with the cream filled center."

          MisDemeanor: actually, even cuter

     Mina opened his "MI" for a quick look.  She smiled when she read what he had written in under his nickname.  "Did you ever notice that when they invented the alphabet, they forgot to put ‘U' and ‘I' together?"  He had a humor besides.  She liked that.

          MstrPleezr:      tell me, Ava, exactly how cute are you
          MisDemeanor: wouldn't you like to know
          MstrPleezr:      yes, i really would...pretty please <s>

     This was the point in such chats where, should the information be volunteered, it was an indication that the interest level was indeed  increasing.  She had memorized the description of her alter ego and never changed it.  Not only did it always work for her but it kept her out of trouble if a forgotten past boyfriend turned up.  After all, there were so many of them.

          MisDemeanor:  5'6", long shoulder-length hair,
                                   deep blue eyes, very feminine,
                                   long legs, 36-24-38
          MstrPleezr:      mmmmm, i knew you had to be a looker
          MisDemeanor:  now, your turn
          MstrPleezr:       6' tall, slender, wavy black hair, brown
                                   eyes, dark complected, muscular, all man
          MisDemeanor:  oh, yes...such a nice looking man

     She was glad that he didn't ask her to e-mail a "pic" (picture) attachment to him just then.  There were those who would make that request from time to time.  Not only did she not have a scanner  to do so, but she wouldn't really be able to send an actual photo of herself, for obvious reasons,  to a perspective cyber lover.  Although, the thought  had entered her mind to have a disk made up using some candid photos of a younger woman; perhaps something  from her niece's scrap book.  Maybe someday, but not yet.

          MstrPleezr:  <—29...may i ask you how young you are

     He had not disappointed her.  The "MstrPleezr" had no idea that she had just handed him the entrance pass to her heart.  He was in.

          MisDemeanor:  <—28...it looks like we have a match!
          MstrPleezr:      and what is Ava wearing right now
          MisDemeanor: a pair of very sheer black silk
                                  pajamas with the top completely unbuttoned
          MstrPleezr:      i can see you so clearly and i
                                  like what i see
          MisDemeanor: and you...what are you wearing  <curious>
          MstrPleezr:      a pair of briefs, bare chested, and a short robe
          MisDemeanor: Chad, why don't you go make us a room
          MstrPleezr:      i would be delighted to...give
                                  me a minute...okay?
          MisDemeanor: you can have more than a minute <winking>
          MstrPleezr:      go to unlisted rooms, "the bedroom suite"
                                  the password will be will be "Chad & Ava"
          MisDemeanor: go make the room, Chad, while I
                                  slip out of these pjs <s>

     This was always the best part; the anticipation.  Perhaps he would turn out to be less than expected–perhaps more.  Mina relied on her instincts, as well as her experience, to help her determine whether or not a perspective cyber mate was worth the effort.  This one was certainly better than average.  The anticipation was building.
     She hurriedly pulled her cotton robe over her shoulders noting that there was a chill coming from the slightly opened window next to her.

          MstrPleezr:  come find me, Ava

     She clicked on "Unlisted Rooms" and several titles popped up on the screen in front of her.  Down toward the bottom she found "our bedroom suite."  She clicked it twice.  A small window appeared asking for the entrance password.  Mina typed in "Chad & Ava."  She was in.

          MisDemeanor: here i am...how about a little kiss <puckering>
          MstrPleezr:      X...may i set the scene
          MisDemeanor: the scene?  why, sure, go ahead  <s>

    The scene?  No one had ever asked her that before.  There was one  time when a guy described a fireplace burning and handing her a glass of wine.  He also included the mention of some music playing softly in the background.  Even though she was anxious to get on with it, she could hold off for a minute or two if this guy had a compulsion to be romantic.  It didn't make any real difference to her.

          MstrPleezr:      we are walking through the lobby
                                   of the Grand Hotel...
          MstrPleezr:      after checking in, we proceed to the elevator...
          MstrPleezr:      the doors open and we step in...alone
          MisDemeanor: leaning into you...my hands around your arm
          MstrPleezr:      as the elevator rises, I steal a kiss from you
          MisDemeanor: as it continues to rise, I gently kiss your cheek
          MstrPleezr:      it stops and the doors open...we walk down
                                  the seventeenth floor hallway together
          MisDemeanor: holding each other's hand...my heart pounding
          MstrPleezr:      inserting the key card into the
                                  lock, the door opens as i motion
                                  for you to go in first
          MisDemeanor: as i pass in front of you, i softly
                                  brush my hand against your chest
          MstrPleezr:     looking out the room window, we see
                                  the night lights of the city skyline...
          MstrPleezr:     i dim the lights and then open a bottle of
                                 champagne and pour each of us a glass

     Mina Long's heart really was pounding.  This guy definitely had a way with words.  Never before had she been treated to such a vivid description of such a romantic setting.  Chad was good at this–very good.
          MisDemeanor: i take a sip and then reach out to touch you
          MstrPleezr:      and I reach out to you

     The typical cyber tryst usually takes about thirty minutes or so.  This time it lasted for almost an hour.  She found it difficult to say her goodbyes even though the moment had passed.

          MisDemeanor: oh, Chad, that was wonderful
          MstrPleezr:      Ava, you were fantastic!
          MisDemeanor: can we do this again soon
          MstrPleezr:      i would like nothing better <s>
          MisDemeanor: will you be on-line tomorrow at this time
          MstrPleezr:      if you tell me you will be, then i will find you
          MisDemeanor: i would like that very much <S>
          MstrPleezr:      me too, Ava, me too <smiling back>
          MisDemeanor: even now, i don't want to go :-(
          MstrPleezr:      tomorrow, baby...i will find you...i will <s>
          MisDemeanor: and i will be looking for you too
          MstrPleezr:      now give me a kiss
          MisDemeanor:  X 
          MstrPleezr:      X...tomorrow, baby
          MisDemeanor:  yes, tomorrow <s>
          MstrPleezr:       nite, Ava
          MisDemeanor:  nite, Chad

     As Harry Babcock exited the room, he smiled to himself with gleeful happiness.  He prided himself on his natural ability to attract the prettiest dames on the net.  His charm was, at the very least, irresistible.  "MisDemeanor" was now one of the many women who would look forward to his visits with them.  He already knew  that she would be one of his main girls but there were definitely others.
     Deciding to go get a beer out of the refrigerator, he stood up and immediately felt the stiffness in his lower right back.  Not only that, but his bursitis was flaring up again in his shoulders.  So far, he had resisted any corrective surgery but he knew that he would eventually have to give in; especially if he wanted to continue enjoying his favorite pastime.
     As he made his way to into the kitchen, he realized that it took him longer to get there.   His legs were not as strong as they had once been. He snapped open the top of the can and took in a large mouthful of cold, wet suds.
     After making his way back to his easy chair, he slowly sat down on the pillow cushion he kept there.  It made his back problem more bearable.
     It was getting late and he hadn't watched the television news yet.  He especially looked for the weather report.  After that, he would turn in for the night.
     Upon finding the right station with his remote control, he adjusted the volume and eased back into the chair.  He felt drained and thought that he might as well go to sleep sitting up where he was at.  Due to his back pain, sleeping upright helped him to rest better.
     Henry took a few minutes to recall his moments with "MisDemeanor" that night.
     A feeling of satisfaction came over him.
     "Poor Ava," he thought, "if only she knew that she had just been had by a very young seventy-nine-year-old man."
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