As I leave the store I look through the window and see you standing there. Are you wondering if this is a dream? The two women shoppers look at you through the window; as they see me they avert their eyes. I wonder what must be playing through their minds and smile to myself. What gossip will be spread or will they take the knowledge home with them?

I drive along and it starts to rain, pouring down and as it is winter the chill fills the air. I am thinking it would be nice to have a little one here right now to keep me warm. At the next light a woman comes driving up to the rear, then changes lanes and looks in my direction; as she looks I watch her and realize she knows the significance of my customized license plate which reads DOMN8R. I stare back at her and her eyes cast down as the light changes. I pull off down the road knowing she knows.

I arrive at My house and start the fireplace blazing; a nice red glow fills the room with the heat then check the thermostat on the heater and bump it up to 78 to make the house nice and toasty, then head upstairs and shower and shave. I dress in only black silk lounge pants and return back downstairs and pour myself a scotch and sit in My chair and read the newest novel.

Time passes and at 9:15 I hear the doorbell. I lay the book down on the table and walk to the door and open it to see you drenched to the skin. Your hair is matted to your face, water droplets run from your face and down your neck, sweater glued to your soaked body with your coat tightly bundled in your arms.

As you stand there drenched I ask, "Where is my package?"

As you undo the bundle of your coat, I see my package, dry with not a drop on it. You hold it forward and trembling you say, "Here is your package Sir."

I know you wonder is this the same Man who stirred these fires within you? As I approach, you hold out your hands. I take the package and place it on the table by the door then ask you to wait and walk away. As I do I think, "This one is rare indeed." I walk upstairs and get a towel. As I return you are still standing in the open door and haven’t moved an inch. I walk up to you then take your arm and move you to just inside the door and close it.

You hold out your hands for the towel but instead I take the towel and place it spread out on the floor and say, "Strip off those wet things and come to the fire and warm yourself."

The look in your eyes is priceless as you ponder is the floor more important than you but do as told and start to disrobe; as chilled as you are a strange familiar warmness spreads from within yourself as you struggle to be sexy as you remove your clothing. The sweater is like a second skin clinging to you as you raise it over your head and over your wet hair. I watch your every movement as you remove each piece of clothing; when your bra comes off you instinctively place your arms over them. I walk over and take each wrist and place them at your sides. I then reach