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Guy452, perhaps because they were
in a rush to get to the chat and the creativity required in
choosing a screen name was a computer age inconvenience. However, Tdye , after lurking for a half-hour, braved a comment that
caught Philip off guard.

    Tdye says: “Uncle Dean sends his regards.”

    Uncle Dean was the elderly gentleman whom
Philip agreed to meet for a lap dance. It was that old geezer that
gave him the Book . At first, Philip thought that this Tdye was Uncle Dean using a different screen name.
The geezer had used Stiffy16 , so Philip responded:

    Flaxen One says: “Tdye, are you Stiffy16?”

    To which, Tdye replied:

    Tdye says: “Not lately. However if you liked Uncle
Dean, you most certainly will like me.”

    However? Certainly? The man was
chatting in English and in a complete sentence. Odd ?
Philip forgot the other visitors. Here was an interesting man; at
least he hoped it was a man. He asked where this Tdye haled
from and when he replied, Manhattan , Philip backed away. He
didn’t mind chatting with some Texan or a braggart from Gary,
Indiana, but when the mystery man lived around the corner or up the
block, there was renewed exposure — and also many
opportunities . Since Tdye came with a reference
(Uncle Dean) and didn’t address Philip as The Flaxen One ,
which all but a few of the voyeurs did.
    The Flaxen One broke this chat off. However,
the next night Tdye signed in again. This time he didn’t
engage in any chat, so Philip, just before he slipped out of his
jock strap, reached out and touched the man:

    Flaxen One says: “Tdye, are you shy?”
    Tdye says: “Not particularly, but I cannot ask you
the same question as you are al fresco and about to unveil your
modesty to the world.”

    Philip nearly fell off his chair. He had never seen
such a phrase in a chatroom. He expected an answer like Not shy
– sitting here with my dick hanging out or I’m shy of your
BVDs, Flaxen or no response. However, this response revealed
either some troll on the bridge or a rather polished individual who
wasn’t wearing a mask. Philip wasn’t even sure what al
fresco meant, but he assumed it had something to do with taking
off a jock strap. He didn’t need to respond. The other visitors
were all over Tdye like bullies on a sissy. Tdye remained silent
until the wall of comments trailed off and then:

    Tdye says: “Gentlemen, if you are quite finished,
please allow the lad to fulfill his entertainment destiny.”

    There was no ponderous assault after that comment,
because Philip took this as his cue to recapture the stage. He
began his slinky, seductive dance, giving peeks at his ass and,
then winking with his dragon until the chatters whistled with their
fingers and praise, none of it very refined. If the bishop were on
tonight, he would need to wash his hands in the holy water in the
morning, Jesus Marie.
    Philip was keen for Tdye’s appearance over
the next week, but the illusive grammarian wasn’t on every night.
Finally, Philip snagged him for a One on One . It happened by
surprise, because Philip thought that Tdye was probably a
college student or a professor, and definitely an English-major,
not that this would exonerate him from a private dose of the Flaxen One , but somehow Philip heard Ahab and Starbuck and
Ishmael rumbling through his mind. That placed this chat-mariner on
a higher plane than Asspounder . So while Philip was flirting
with Asspounder leading his credit card to the One on
One button, the flashing happy smile on his monitor buzzed.
Before the monitor displayed the PRIVATE SHOW screen, a
message displayed:

    Monitor 1 says: “Tdye has entered One on One
chat.”

    The clock was running. Philip was taken by surprise.
As PRIVATE SHOWS went, it was standard on
Philip’s side — a dance, a strip and a wank to full conclusion.
However, Philip felt increased electricity that he hadn’t sensed
with other voyeurs. Generally, the visitor would give commands and
type raunchy words across