Free The Secret Journey by Paul Christian

and humid and ripe with expectation.
I’m in the countryside and there’s nobody here but you, you on the
other side of this page, looking in as I look out. Right now the
waves are lapping not far away, and right now you’re on the other
side of my door.
    And I know you think I’m speaking in
metaphors, but you’re wrong, honey, I mean it very literally.
There’s your door and my door and we are exactly that close
together. Outside my door is the road, and it’s a completely
ordinary road except for one magical property, and that is that it
is a real and physical link between you and me. It doesn’t matter
where you read this, when you read this, when you go through your
door, when you stand on the road, you’re standing on a continuous
ribbon of concrete that goes directly from me to you. Right now on
my road there’s a lone car coming, and maybe you’re in it. Maybe
you’re going to go right past me in the next thirty seconds and
neither of us will know. Maybe I'll be driving the next car you.
The world is like that, full of small coincidences that you don’t
even know about until much later.
    Right here on my desk is my phone, and if
only I knew the digits I’d be dialing you right now. Right
now . Think about that and listen for the ring. Listen for the
ring and feel your heartbeat jump up a few notches as you do. Punch
a few numbers and you’ll be talking to me in seconds. We could be
touching in under twenty-four hours, that’s the magic of the modern
world. We are that close honey, so very, very close.
    Is it real for you yet? Is it real enough? Do
you understand what’s happening here? You and I exploring each
other, and if I already know you because of what you are, who you
are, who you must be to be still turning these pages, you’re
starting to learn something about me. You’ve got an image in your
mind now, a very clear one. You’re reading and I’m writing and in
that process I am constructing thoughts in your mind. I’m building
this world that you and I are sharing right now, and I can build it
any way I want to. So what you have to ask yourself is - what kind
of man builds his world this way? And to ask that question is to
answer it.
    Yes, you’re learning a lot about me here,
more than my friends know, more than my family knows. Every word
you read gives you another key to the darker side of my soul.
That’s something special, honey, that’s something I don’t give to
many people. Women have come into my life, come into my bed, gotten
close enough to know me very well indeed and yet they’ve never
known this part. This part is something for me and for you and for
nobody else.
    And this part takes focus. Every breath I’m
taking right now is going into my keyboard, into these words, into
these pages you’re holding right now. We’re touching honey, we’re
holding hands. We’re that close and we’re at one of those delicate
moments where words don’t quite do the job.
    Run your fingers over these words, honey.
Feel their texture, feel the connection coming through, feel it
soaking into to your pores. Hear the lapping waves, feel the steamy
summer heat right here, right now. It’s the same for me, because I
know you’re out there, I know you’re reading this and I can see you
right now with your eyes locked on this page and your heart beating
faster and your lips parted. Feel your own breathing quicken to
match mine. I can’t predict the future honey, but I can promise you
one thing, and that is that my words, will change you, have changed
you, permanently. Whatever else happens, you are never going to
forget what we’re sharing here. And neither am I.
    So I want to know you, honey. I want to touch
you, physically, intimately. And the way that’s going to happen is
you’re going to touch yourself. You’re going to run a hand up over
your breast and touch it the way I would touch it. Do it for me,
honey. Do it right now, gently, firmly, amazed all over again at
the warm