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Cam?”
    “Cam,” the woman said and then the calm demeanor cracked wide open. “My God. It’s really you, isn’t it! I’m such a big fan of your writing. Your book is the best thing I ever read about relationships.”
    I smiled into the phone. “Thanks,” I said. “And thanks for taking the time to message me. I understand you have spoken to Leticia recently.”
    “Yes,” Cam’s voice brightened. “She’s adorable!”
    I held the smile. “I think so too,” I agreed. “In fact, Leticia is one of the reasons I decided to phone you.”
    The woman seemed suddenly curious. The tone of her voice rose to become a kind of question. “Oh?”
    “Yes,” I said. “Leticia has been filling me in on the conversation you two girls had. I understand that as well as being a fan, you’re genuinely interested in submission as a lifestyle.”
    “Yes,” Cam said without hesitating. “It’s one of the reasons I left my boyfriend. After I read your book I realized I was searching for something different.”
    I hesitated for an instant – but only an instant. “You do realize there is a difference between the fictionalized romance of an erotica novel and the reality of the BDSM lifestyle… don’t you?”
    The woman smiled. I heard it like a bright sound in her voice. “Of course!” she said. Some of the giddiness of her excitement was melting away now and I got the impression of a down-to-earth woman who had a clear understanding of her emotions. “I know that what I read in books – even books about relationships – can only be a single perspective… and opinion. I just so happen to share the same ideas that you wrote about – the same sense of yearning to submit that you shared in your book.”
    I took a breath. Over my shoulder, somewhere beyond sight, I could hear Leticia pacing the floor. I went towards the office door and swung it open. She was standing in the corridor, hugging her hands to her shoulders, walking back and forth with stiff impatient steps. She saw me, and wrenched her face into an expression that looked very much like a plea. I closed the office door again. If Leticia heard what I was about to say she might faint.
    I waited until Cam had finished explaining a little more about her feelings that had begun to emerge after reading my book. A lot of what she was saying sounded familiar. I had heard and read similar comments over the months since we had published, but those messages had all been second-hand. This was different – so intimate that it sounded like a heart’s desire confessed.
    “Cam, do you want to learn more about submission? Are you interested in being trained by a Master for a week to get a sense of how deep these feelings you have actually are?”
    “Yes,” she said adamantly, and then quickly qualified. “Provided I knew the man who was going to train me, and provided I knew he was suitable and experienced.”
    I let her comment hang in the air for a moment and waited in the silence until instinct told me the timing was right.
    “How about someone like me?” I asked at last.
    “What? Are you serious?”
    “Very,” I said calmly. “I am interested in training you as a submissive. I’d like you to come and live with Leticia and me for a week. That would give you enough experience to be able to decide if the lifestyle is something you would like to pursue further.”
    Cam went very quiet for long seconds – so long that I wondered if she had dropped the phone, or hung up. When she spoke at last her voice was quiet, almost fearful. “This isn’t a joke of some sort, is it?”
    “I don’t joke,” I said. “I don’t have a sense of humor. What I am offering is a genuine opportunity.”
    “What’s the catch?”
    “There isn’t one,” I said honestly. “But there is a condition.”
    “Uhuh…” Cam’s voice went dead, edged with wariness. “You mean I have to pay for this experience?”
    I almost laughed. I admired her cynicism. “No,” I said, still