He sent me a photo and I sent him one of mine. I dressed to go to work that morning as usual, but in particular that morning I slipped on a pink g string and wore a tight above thigh mini. At the point I hadn't planned on doing anything. Plus when I arrived at work nobody noticed, after all those ankle length Melbourne winter coats do the trick in our office seeing the air-conditioning is down. I couldn't concentrate at my computer. So I logged on at the off change that he might be cruising'. Three minutes to lunch hour, he sent a private message. Meet at the Blessington Gardens. I was so excited I left my desk immediately and headed for the door. Outside, the cold winter wind swirled around the chestnut leaves and people huddled in doorways away from the blast. I always love the gardens in winter.
Hardly another person dares brave the cold and only the council workers dressed in florescent jackets moved slowly through the grey overcast trees and hedges. I felt a thrill deep in my gut and almost turned around. Something made me keep walking though and that something was that Id never met this man in person. We had talked online, but compared to what I presume others talk of, our conversations were polite... careful... restrained. I kept walking around the butterfly house and suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped still and listened. I wanted to turn around so badly, but just when I was about to, two strong hands grabbed me around the waste and I was being blindfolded.