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proper with her, often making a point that there was
nothing more going on between them than a teacher student
relationship that was very much on his terms. Yet here was a
sentence that might imply a bit more, and he'd also now given her a
phone to talk to him directly. If she hadn't been told nothing
would happen, she'd be under the impression he was interested in
more, and she knew anyone who found these letters might read more
into them.
    A few seconds
later it occurred to her this might be his plan. He was so
secretive about his involvement and helping her, he might be trying
to make it look like they had a relationship contract and he was
some sort of sugar-daddy she'd got herself involved with.
    She supposed it
could also relate to her suggestion of being his pet. Ever since
she'd used those words to describe what she wanted she'd wondered
if it had been a big mistake, but they might have had the impact
she desired. After all, a female dog was a bitch and Myron was
unlikely to use it as a slang term alone. She decided there was
only one way to find out and got up to fetch the phone from her
handbag.
    As she moved she
saw something flutter to the floor and stopped to pick it up. It
was the small piece of card with Amelia written on it. She stared
at it for a moment puzzled before she realised it began and ended
in the same letter and was six letters long.
    Counting on her
fingers, she worked out that every letter was 1 more than the
numbers she'd used in her reverse keyword. She laughed aloud. Myron
had given her the keyword after all, she'd just forgotten about it.
If she hadn't noticed the pattern she'd have been stuck for hours
trying to figure out what to do.
    Despite wanting to
kick herself she sat back down on the bed with the phone she'd been
given and turned it on. The battery was almost fully charged but
nothing was on the phone except a single number in the contacts
list. She pulled up the messaging service to send Myron a text.
     
    This deal is on your
terms, so I suppose it's up to you. Am I your pet?
     
    As soon as she'd
sent it she wondered if she ought to have worded it differently,
and then she noticed the time. It was already the following day and
she wasn't sure whether she could expect a reply.
    She decided to
brush her teeth and change into her nightwear while she waited but
she'd barely taken two steps to the small ensuite bathroom when she
heard the chime of a reply. Instantly she rushed back and picked
the phone up.
     
    It was your suggestion.
If you're my bitch it's entirely because you want to be. And do I
not get any gratitude for the alteration to our little game's
rules?
     
    Despite the
coldness of the reply she couldn't help but grin. It was a reply
with a question that invited a response and she knew she was right
about his implications. If anyone found either of the phones they
would assume she had herself a controlling elder boyfriend and
little more.
     
    You do have my
gratitude. Thank you. And I enjoyed my first lesson. Will there be
more soon?
     
    She sent another
question hoping to keep things going and get more information from
him. This time she did scurry to brush her teeth and get ready for
bed, excitement flooding through her.
    When she came
back, ready to sleep, she had yet another reply and she couldn't
help but feel delighted that her tactic was working. She curled up
under the covers and read it.
     
    There will be more when
I wish there to be. It's late and you should be sleeping.
     
    She grinned at his
air of authority and thought about her reply. Being cheeky was her
first temptation but she wasn't sure how he would respond to that.
After biting her lip a moment she went with her initial thoughts
anyway.
     
    I'm in bed, so I'm
almost there, but I'm not ready to sleep yet. And you're awake as
well. Do you need my help with anything?
     
    After snuggling
down so she could lay her head on her pillow, she waited, staring
at the phone. Amelia knew it was a little