The Net Affair    © Shari Lyne

Conclusion

                              LadyEnchantryss says, "M'lord, 'tis thy love that makes this heart shine so brightly. But, is it truly love? I seek proof now, m'lord."
                              LordDrago kneels before Enchantryss, holding her hands and raising them to his lips, kissing each in turn.
                              LordDrago says, "'Tis thee I am bound to, m'lady. Should any proof exist otherwise, then may my heart burn upon the flames of your hatred, forever."
                              LadyEnchantryss leans forward, kissing Drago deeply, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "'Tis never hatred for thee, in mine heart, m'lord."
                              LordDrago stands, embracing Enchantryss warmly, whispering softly. . . Then even Hades holds no fear for me, m'lady.
                              LadyEnchantryss caresses Drago's cheek softly, placing feather-light kisses where her fingers touch, whispering her declaration. . . And here is where I shall remain, my love.
                              LordDrago smiles softly at the one he loves more then life itself, knowing that no mortal heart could ever contain the love he has for Enchantryss.

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                    Shelley sighed softly as she sat back, dazedly staring at the monitor. She brought her fingertips slowly to her lips, then to his name. She felt the familiar warm, tingling feeling flow through her, the same sensation she had experienced, so many nights, here at her computer.
                    She glanced at the clock, disappointed to see it was once again, time to get ready for work.
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                              LordDrago holds Enchantryss tightly, never wanting to let go, but knowing he has to soon.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "I know, my love, 'tis almost time to part, once again."
                              LordDrago says, "Take care, darling. My thoughts are with you. . . of you. If you feel a warm caress in your sleep, 'tis just me."
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "And if ye should feel a soft kiss or ten, 'tis only me, my love."
                              LordDrago says, "Good night, my luv. I shall not rest until fate has been defeated and we are together once again."
                              LadyEnchantryss sighs softly against your lips, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she raises one shakey palm to your cheek.
                              LordDrago catches every tear with his lips, kissing them away before they fall.
                              LadyEnchantryss kisses a soft path across Drago's cheeks, her lips light and lingering.
                              LordDrago holds you tightly, closing his eyes and savoring the sensation of your lips against his cheeks, smiling softly. He turns to meet your lips, kissing gently, before sighing deeply, realizing 'tis time for reality to intrude.
                              LadyEnchantryss sighs softly against your lips, returning your kiss.
                              LordDrago says, "Until my heart may greet thee again, my luv. . . until then."
                              LadyEnchantryss blows you a kiss in parting.
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                    Shelley logged out, within seconds of Drago. She glanced at the clock, chewing on her lip. Shrugging her shoulders, she quickly logged into her email program.
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                              Hey Mark,
                              Just a quick note before I get ready for the daily grind. Dammit, I think I'm in love with someone I know from chat! I know, it's not like timid, sensible me. But, he moves me in a way I've never felt before, with his words. Mark, it feels good and scarey at the same time. I still have no clue, who he 'really' is, you know? *laughs* He could be a serial killer, for all I know! Hey, my friend, I'd appreciate some input from you, okay?
                              Shelley
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                    Still chewing on her lip, Shelley sent the letter to her e-pal, before she changed her mind. She quickly shut down the computer, and ran to hop in the shower.
                    Over the next several days, Shelley put in long hours at work, typing depositions, filing contracts, and making frequent trips to the legal library. Several cases were finally culminating and her bosses demands on her time left her exhausted.
                    Shelley would come home from work too tired to eat, let alone log on the chat room. She missed her chat friends, but her body needed sleep more.

*      *      *

                    On Shelley's sixth-week anniversary of chatting, the overtime at work ended.
                    Finally, she thought, I can log back on, chat with my friends. I can read my email again, too!
                    Settling herself in her chair, Shelley logged into her email program. After almost a week off-line, she knew she'd have at least a dozen letters from various friends.

                    Shelley gasped loudly.
                    "Forty-two emails! My lord, what in the world is going on?"
                    Her eyes scanned down the long list of letters. One was from her Scottish penpal, two from Mark. The rest were sent from LordDrago.
                    "For crying outloud, he sent me 39 letters! I just don't believe this."

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                              Hey Shelley -- Sorry to take so long to reply, work rear's its ugly head! Think I mentioned before, I don't know a 'MystressMidnight,' from chatting. As to this Drago guy -- he sounds like a romantic (hopeless, at that!) to me. I'm sure I recall, in one of your past emails Shelley -- that's what you're looking for, in a man. Well, among other things, that is!
                              Seriously, Shelley, he sounds harmless to me, and your latest emails have been so vibrant and hopeful. (Big change, sweetie, and I'm glad!). You deserve a 'Knight in shiney armor,' my dear . . . enjoy!
                              Yours, Mark
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                    She spent the next hour and a half, reading her email. Her eyes opened wider and wider, with each virtual bouquet and midi she downloaded, from Drago. His letters were what she half expected, remembered of him -- flowery phrases proclaiming love.
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                              My Beautiful Enchantryss,
                              How my heart yearns for thee, my arms ache to hold thee. This time apart -- an eternity, my luv. I curse reality . . . the intrusion, tears my soul asunder, grieving for thee, burning for thee . . . nothing fills the void, that once was my heart.
                              My Dear One, 'tis thine loving embrace, thy radiant smile, that this old soul craves. The demon reality is mine enemy, that which I shall battle gladly, to once again have you in mine arms. I shall not rest, till Fate allows us to be together, once again. I am -- Eternally Yours, Drago
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                    Shelley turned her monitor off, standing abruptly. She paced back and forth, bringing her right knuckle up to her teeth, biting it.
                    How, she thought, did he find out my home email address? I never gave it out, not even to Midnight. Maybe she'll have an idea, or some advice.
                    Shelley turned her monitor back on, and quickly logged into the chat room.
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                              LadyEnchantryss runs into the room, glad to see her friends once again.
                              MystressMidnight says, "Enchantryss! Welcome back, my friend. It's been a long time."
                              Nightsmystery agrees and is also happy to see Enchantryss back among the living.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Thank you. I feel like I'm 'home' again! God I had a hellish, exhausting week at work."
                              MystressMidnight hugs her dear friend warmly.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Midnight, have you heard from Drago, since I've been gone?"
                              MystressMidnight says, "He's been in, a time or two, looking for you. When he found you hadn't been in, he left."
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Would you believe. . . Midnight, he flooded my email inbox! I had 39 letters, cards, virtual bouqets, you name it, waiting for me."
                              MystressMidnight chuckles, thinking. . . How sweet.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Well, I kinda thought so too. But, it also scared me, at the same time. I mean, it's almost like he's obsessed."
                              MystressMidnight says, "Scared? Why? He let you know, he was thinking of you, missed you. Nothing scarey in that, as far as I'm concerned."
                              Nightsmystery agrees wholeheartedly with his Beloved Mystress.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Except, these were all sent to my private email account. How did he get my home account? Midnight, it has my 'real' name. . . and I still only know him as LordDrago."
                              MystressMidnight says, "Ahhh, I see, you're no longer 'anonymous' with him. But still, you said all he sent was cards and flowers, love letters. You know what I think?"
                              LadyEnchantrys says, "True, nothing 'threatening' or anything like that, but still. Hmmm, what do you think?"
                              MystressMidnight says, "I think Drago's falling for you, possibly in real life, as well as here, that's what I think."
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "You think? Gee, hadn't thought of that possibility. Maybe hoped it! *grins* Thanks Midnight, I feel a bit better. You truly are my soul-sister, a typical sister -- reassuring her scaredy-cat sister!"
                              MystressMidnight laughs as she hugs her Sister.
                              Nightsmystery beams at his new, Sister-in-Law?
                              LadyEnchantryss smiles brightly.
                              LordDrago strides into the room, seeking the one he loves. His eyes light upon her, and he feels the weight of sorrowful parting lifted from his heart, allowing the stirrings of life to resume for the first time in what has been an eternity. He gazes upon her, lost in the radiance of Enchantryss' smile.
                              LadyEnchantryss blushes deeply as she curtsey's demurely at Drago.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "I've missed you, m'lord. And it would seem, you've missed me, as well."
                              LordDrago says, "Suffice it to say, my luv, I gathered the sun, moon, stars, entire galaxies. . . they could not plug the gaping hole in my spirit, where your absence tore my heart asunder."
                              Nightsmystery says, "Wow, big hole to fill. I'm impressed, Enchantryss."
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Yes, not seeing you, it truly felt as if a cold hard fist, was squeezing my heart."
                              LordDrago hugs Enchantryss tightly, kissing her cheeks softly, whispering what his soul decrees. . . I love you, my dear.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "But, I did wonder. . . the cards, letters you sent. How did you, I mean, that was my private email account Drago!"
                              LordDrago says, "Aye, 'tis where I sent them. Is there a problem, luv?"
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "You know who I am, and I still know nothing of you. I'll admit, it does worry me some, make me wonder if I should. . . I don't know, leave chat, maybe."
                              LordDrago says, "No! A thousand times no, m'lady. To hurt you, cause you worry . . . would surely kill me, my luv."
                              MystressMidnight grabs Nightsmystery, leaving her Sister to talk in privacy, knowing she can return quickly, should her Sister need her.
                              LadyEnchantryss smiles gratefully at her Sister.
                              LordDrago holds his lover close, caressing her cheeks with warm kisses.
                              LadyEnchantryss kisses Drago softly, still waiting for his explanation.
                              LordDrago closes his eyes, awash in the warmth radiating forth from Enchantryss' gentle touch.
                              LordDrago says, "My luv, I thought I was cursed, to be kept from thee. You have brought joy, anticipation, and warmth to this tired soul. And I have ne'er been happier, knowing that I have been graced by your warmth, feeling your closeness."
                              LadyEnchantryss caresses your cheek softly.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Your words, mean much to me Drago. But, they do not absolve the worry I've felt, knowing you know who I am, while I am still in the dark, as to who you are."
                              Lordrago says, "M'lady, the love in my heart for thee, is real and true. Knowing my actions have caused you worry, fear. . . why, I would rather tear my heart from my chest, set it afire before thee, rather than hurt you one iota more."
                              LadyEnchantryss kisses Drago, whispering what her heart demands. . . I do love you, with all my heart. But alas, that causes grave fears within me, to know my heart is given to one in this virtual world.
                              LordDrago closes his eyes, your words caressing his very soul. He hugs you tightly, knowing no act could ever express the depth of his feelings.
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                    It's true, she thought, I really do love him, whoever he is.
                    Shelley closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that threatened. She had fallen in love, with a virtual stranger.
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                              LordDrago holds you tightly, never wanting to release you.
                              LadyEnchantryss wraps her arms tightly around Drago, her tears falling unchecked, knowing she loves him, yet still uncertain of what it means to her reality.
                              LordDrago embraces you tightly, kissing your tears away.
                              LordDrago says, "Shelley, please don't cry. . . I never wished to cause you worry. The truth of the matter is, I fell in love with the sweet lady who shared her thoughts and feelings with me daily, via our email. I only wanted to bring you happiness, show you my love. . . 'tis why I created this personna, hoping he could reach you, in the way I never was able to."
                              LadyEnchantryss places a single kiss upon her index finger, then gently touches your brow, finally understanding.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "It is you, isn't it Mark?"
                              LordDrago laughs softly, covering your cheeks with warm kisses.
                              LordDrago says, "Aye, 'tis me luv. The one who loves you, worships you, knows you as an Angel, heaven-sent. Shelley, I lost my heart to you months ago. My sweet, sweet luv. . . it tore my heart apart, reading the pain you felt during your divorce."
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "I never knew, never guessed it was you. Oh Mark, I love you!"
                              MystressMidnight tells you, "Everything okay? You doing okay, Enchantryss?"
                              LadyEnchantryss tells you, "Oh yes, Midnight! Drago is Mark! The one I told you about. *sighs* I love him."
                              LordDrago traces your lips with hesitant fingertips, as though reaching to touch an angel's apparition.
                              LordDrago says, "Shelley? Are you mad at me, the ruse I used?"
                              LadyEnchantryss' lips part slightly as her tongue touches each fingertip softly before she slowly draws your index finger into her mouth, her tongue circling across it warmly as her palms stroke lightly across your chest.
                              LadyEnchantryss says, "Angry? At the man I love? Nay, 'tis never anger this heart feels for thee, my love."
                              LordDrago moans softly at the sensation as his other hand slides down your side to rest on your hip, kneading gently, drawing you closer.
                              LadyEnchantryss closes her eyes, basking in the glorious feelings bursting forth from her, her hands softly caressing across your chest and shoulders, feeling as if she has finally been granted life again.
                              LordDrago 's hands slide behind you, pulling you close in tight embrace, kissing you softly, his lips lingering upon yours, his body pressed tightly against yours, wanting, needing, finally alive.

*      *      *

                    The Lord and Lady vowed their eternal love, that eve. Midnight and Night came back to be with them, witnessing their virtual declarations.
                    Shelley and Mark declared their own love to one another, separate from their personnas.
                    They spent the entire weekend, chatting and phoning one another. Both eagerly planning the real-life meeting, they knew was in their destiny.

Author's Note : I do hope you enjoyed My first romance, as much as I enjoyed writing it. *smiles* Please, won't you take a moment and email Me . . . let Me know what you think. 'Twould be most appreciated!

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