I Love You

I'm in lust.  Yesterday I received an email.  "Lance.  I love you.  Will u marry me?" My mind churned with the possibility of making love to an 800x600 pixel woman on the flat screen.  Cautiously I pushed reply and wrote, "Send photos of important bits."  I wanted to establish that it wasn't a Nigerian scan offering me millions if I gave my bank account number.  Mind you.  I quite fancy a jet black woman with boobs like ski slopes. It was a New Zealand email address but I'd never heard of the ISP.  But just imagine the possibilities if the message were genuine?  A discrete lover at the caress of a mouse.  I wonder what I would get for a right click?  Or perhaps a double click?  A gush of online passion and text messages of undying love?  The prospects are endless.  I quite fancy fondling a pet mouse.  They're so soft and furry. When the photos arrive I will consider each outstanding point with deliberate anticipation. The hint of things to come has me checking my email every thirty seconds for graphic images.  It doesn't matter what the format.  I've got the software to decipher them.  Life would be bliss.  My own private fantasy encrypted so the wife can't stumble over my secret lover. But what happens if the writer is a friend having a bit of fun.  Or maybe a male.  Or the Secret Intelligence Service trying to trap me into admitting I'm an undercover sexual terrorist determined to blow up parliament online.  The modern computer is capable of just about anything these days.  Write the code, push enter and Bingo.  No more government.  Now that's seems to be a good idea.  They cause more trouble than all the porn sites in the world. Then I got to wonder if she were an old lover.  I might even recognise the important bits. Maybe she wanted to renew our relationship?  But I'm getting on in years and haven't strayed since Independence Day.  And that was more than a month ago, so I'm a little out of practise. I guess I'll just have to see what happens.  So if you're out there in cyberland, Miss Anonymous.  Make my day.  Come what may as much and as soon as possible!