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days later Leticia came to my office and knocked discreetly on the door. It wasn’t an ordinary door, because this wasn’t my old office. Gone were all the familiar furnishings and the dark sense of despair that had seemed to seep from the walls that surrounded me, and in its place was a long, almost unfurnished room that held merely my desk and a chair.
    The door had been built by a local carpenter to resemble something that might have barricaded a dungeon. Made of heavy timber and aged to look ancient, it had an authentic sense of menace and formidability.
    I liked it.
    “Come in,” I said. I shut down the computer and turned in the chair. Leticia was standing on the threshold wearing tight blue jeans and a light sweater. She looked very beautiful – all the more so because she wasn’t trying to. She had a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose so that she looked like every schoolboy’s dream of a naughty librarian. She snatched them off and flashed me an unfathomable smile that could have meant anything.
    “I’ve narrowed the search down to three,” she said. There was a sheath of papers in her hand, and she waved them like a fan.
    “Three what?” I steepled my fingers together and took note of the lovely shape of her figure – the hourglass swell of her hips and the narrowness of her waist. In the two years we had been together she had become even more beautiful in my eyes – a smart and sexy young woman with the probing curiosity of a potentially great journalist.
    “Three women,” Leticia explained. She came towards me and laid the pages she carried out on the desk like a winning poker hand. She pointed at the top page. It was a lengthy email and beneath it was a series of reasonable quality photos.
    I scanned the papers quickly then directed all my attention to Leticia. “Women you feel would be suitable as submissives?” I asked.
    “Yes,” Leticia said. “The woman on top is the one I like most.”
    I looked back down at the pages with new interest. “Why?”
    Leticia shrugged. “I read the letter she sent you and between the fangirl lines, she seems to have a genuine interest in learning the art of submission. It’s there, but it’s not there, Jonah,” Leticia said as though compelling me to understand her feminine intuition. “It’s a sense I get from what she wrote – and it’s backed up by the comments she makes on social media.”
    I looked up into Leticia’s face. “You’ve been investigating these women?”
    She shrugged dismissively as though the answer was obvious… or the question was ridiculous.
    “Of course,” she said. “I’ve even spoken to them.”
    That surprised me. “On what pretense?”
    “I thanked them for their messages of support on behalf of Jason Luke, and then edged into a conversation. This lady…” Leticia took the handful of pages from me and rifled through them. She held up a photo of a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had a slim figure and long chestnut colored hair that hung down across her shoulders. “This lady and I talked for over an hour. That’s how I know she is the most suitable. It was in her voice, in her words…”
    “Is she single?”
    “Yes, of course,” Leticia frowned. “Otherwise I would not have chosen her.”
    “Has she been single for long?”
    “Seven months. She separated from her boyfriend when she suddenly realized she wanted more from the relationship.”
    “More?”
    “Self discovery,” Leticia said patiently. “She’s on a journey, Jonah. She’s a fan for sure – she loves your writing – but more than that, she identifies with the submissive lifestyle. It’s something that resonates in the depths of her soul.”
    I arched a quizzical eyebrow. “You got all that from an hour long conversation?”
    Leticia took up the challenge. She propped her hands on her hips and fixed me with a glare of defiance. “Couldn’t you tell the same thing from spending ten minutes with a