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any conversation or even salutations. I made another cup of coffee in my French press and then went out on the veranda with the phone. I really didn't know if I should talk about what went down or if I should ignore it and talk about the weather. But I really wanted to hear her voice.
     
    Slowly, I dialed. I feared.  I waited for the answer on the other end.  She picked up! It went like this:
     
    REGINA
    Hello?
     
    ME
    Hi Regina.
     
    REGINA
    Hi.
     
    ME
    I'm smiling right now. Can you feel it?
     
    REGINA
    I'm smiling too.
     
    And there was silence. More silence. Maybe 30 seconds of silence.
     
    ME
    Was I too mean to you?
     
    REGINA
    No. I'm still smiling.
     
    ME
    Are you sure?
     
    REGINA
    I've never felt anything like that.
     
    ME
    Me neither. We weren’t our daily selves. Well, I’ll speak for myself.  But it was out of this world.  It was a dreamworld. It felt like playing dressup when I was a little girl.
     
    REGINA
    For me too. It was like a game.
     
    ME
    Yes, l et's call it "The Game"
     
    REGINA
    Ok. "The Game ." We need to play it more.
     
    ME
    This is all so fast and crazy.
     
    REGINA
    I want you to own me!!
     
    ME
    Own you?
     
    REGINA
    I know. This is all seems outrageous! I want to be your object. You can do anything to me. Boss me. Hurt me. I just want to serve you. Don't you feel it too?
     
    Wow. This was really messing with my head. I don't know how this works because there are no templates from my past. It’s scary territory. I don't want to screw this up. I want to develop a real friendship with Regina, but I also love that she wants to wash my dishes. Is this all for real? The conversation continued:
     
    ME
    I do want the same thing. I want to toy with you. But I also want to explore you as a friend and develop that.
     
    REGINA
    Me too.
     
    ME
    Fuck. This is so gay!
     
    We both started laughing.
     
    REGINA
    Well, if it's a game, we must have rules.
     
    ME
    Like what?
     
    REGINA
    Like we should have a secret code word to start it and end.
     
    ME
    Really, James Bond?
     
    REGINA
    No really. Like when you say the code, that means we are playing. And the rest of the time we are our normal selves.
     
    ME
    Ok. You think of the code.
     
    REGINA
    How about "Can you believe how blue the sky is today?"
     
    ME
    Mmmmmkay . What if it’s cloudy?
     
    REGINA
    Then it's sarcastic.
     
    ME
    And how do we stop the game?
     
    REGINA
    We say, "That was some kind of crazy day I had"
     
    ME
    (Laughing, then…)
    Any more rules?
     
    REGINA
    Yes. Absolutely no other people ever. And we always have to use the exact sentence of the code. The exact words are "Can you believe how blue the sky is today?" and "That was some kind of crazy day".  Any other variations will not count.
     
    ME
    Agreed. It's freaky enough as is. Bringing anyone else into this is beyond my comprehension. It will just be our private thing.
     
    REGINA
    O h, and the most important rule-- I have no limits except when it comes to Tucker. I always have to be free to be his mommy. If you use the code when I'm with him, I can just terminate by saying "That was some kind of crazy day" and you will know that I'm on mommy duty.
     
    ME
    This is so C.I.A. You're crazy.
     
    REGINA
    You're crazy
    (Turns to sexy voice)
    And you own me.
     
    ME
    Can you believe how blue the sky is?
     
    REGINA
    (Flustered)
    Ok. um. Ok.
     
    ME
    You need to come here right now.
     
    REGINA
    Yes Ma'am.
     
    I hung up the phone and checked the clock. Sure enough, she was at my place inside of 15 minutes. She looked so cute in a super casual spaghetti strap asparagus green dress with little frill lace accents. But that wasn't all. She wore some brand new very tall brick red boots with a 4-inch wood heel. The leather was coarse and gave the boots a casual but strong feel. They looked like a strong accent to her dress. The opposite of dominatrixy. It was a real contrast to my bare feet.
     
    I told her that I was impressed that she made it so quickly. The tone