Excerpt: It all started with her Twittering

It all started with her Twittering about being naked. Sanja wasn't actually naked but she liked to talk about it online. It seemed to draw the biggest amount of feedback and followers. Men and women alike enjoyed talking to someone a little dangerous and flirty. Sanja was all of that, at least online.

Sanja enjoyed the other side of that as well. She enjoyed the fantasy of being naked and chatting with folks that knew she was naked. She was excited that people that couldn't eve see her were turned on. Some of them perhaps carrying on their on little fantasies. That's what they would all be of course, since she couldn't quite get away with stripping down. Sanja was at that moment in the middle of a little cafe on a busy afternoon, surrounded by people on all sides. Realizing that those on the other side could be anyone made it even more exciting for her. She imagined that perhaps the young guy to her left was one of her Twitter contacts.

Sanja would steal glances around every so often to see if anyone seemed anxious or seemed to be engrossed in something other than casual internet browsing. Some of her contacts provided pictures of themselves and she often looked around when she was out for any of them. SOme of them lived right here in her town. A few probably even shopped or ate at the same places as her, though she wouldn't know unless she met them.

As Sanja sent her messages off to the internet, and fantasized, she couldn't guess that she was soon to be getting a meeting between her online world and the offline one.

Jim sat at his computer in his home office. The lights were bright and warm, and his chair quite comfortable. His time on the internet was going to be a relaxed one for sure. He was on his favorite chat tool, Twitter, and just making small talk. Moments ago though RedS had started chatting folks up. Jim followed RedS for a variety of reasons. Though he might tell his wife that RedS was a social networking guru and designer, and that might or might not be true, the real reason he followed her is for the sexiness. Even over the network she exuded sex. Nights like tonight often found her broadcasting her nakedness to the world. He didn't really care what she really looked like anymore. In his mind RedS was a statuesque woman. She would have long legs with strong calves. Her thighs curved gently up, tapering at her waist. her skin would be unblemished, but a nice healthy pink where it should be. He'd imagined her from head to toe, with her hair a bright red. Not just the hair on her head but the hair down below he imagined as red, even though he'd never seen such a thing in real life nor even online. It fit for him though, fit in his fantasy. A fantasy that night of RedS sprawled on her bed, naked on top of the sheets, her bosom would be quite visible if he was at level of her monitor looking out. He often imagined that one day she'd invite him to look at her live over her webcam. She never seemed to offer that those she teased about enjoying the virtual caresses of her online friends and contacts.

Jim had 'petted' her more than once online. At first he was hesitant to go along, but when even relatively conservative folks would give her a virtual slap on the bottom, Jim became more bold. He started out with just that himself, giving her swats when she was naughty. Jim sometimes wondered at her playing at being naughty even. His wife in real life occasionally teased him but one swat and she was done with that type of play. But what kind of woman must RedS be Jim wondered if she enjoyed more play than that. When he typed that he was pinching her butt online it gave him a quick thrill. It turned over in his mind like he was actually causing a pinch on RedS's rear. In Jim's mind though he'd even gone from thinking about her merely naked, but he'd become connected to her. He saw her reaching back to pinch her own butt when he sent his Twitter messages across. And yet it amazed him how simple words could spur such things on.

Jim wondered if she was merely playing out a fantasy herself but seldom dwelled on that thought. As long as he was stimulated he was happy. The upside too Jim felt was that it left him turned on a bit. His wife wasn't unreceptive to unexpected advances, even if she wasn't overly daring in bed. Long online sessions of playing with RedS often left him ready to get down to business in real life. He'd just tell his wife it was a guy thing, suddenly excited, perhaps at some stray thought crossing his mind or some half naked model on tv. She'd buy that, as the near nudity of women on t.v. and in print had become so commonplace, even in a house with no porn or pay television stations. She believed that Jim or any man was likely to get turned on once in a while without even trying. Her own women's clothing catalogs that came in the mail had women in various states of undress. Jim once or twice fantasized that his wife might be slightly turned on by that, but sadly to him she'd never shown any signs of that.

At times like that night, when it was not online RedS online and naked but with some of the other women flirting with her as well, that Jim was the most turned on. He was surprised at himself about that. Jim considered himself pretty much a straight guy, but something about the tease of women involved with each other really sent him up. That night Jim planned on really enjoying going to bed with his wife.

Miri sat at the bar on what to her seemed like the busiest night ever. Every stool was taken, and people were packed in between in places, shoving in to order a beer or something stronger. Herself though, she was sticking to the beer tonight. Her friend Joel was up on stage strumming out some tunes and she wanted to enjoy what little she could hear. She also wanted to cheer him on as best she could, though how to do that she wondered since she was only one person and bar crowds could be tough. While she listened and whistled once in a while, she was getting online and sending chat messages. Her tool of choice, Twitter.

Miri had let all of her contacts know about tonight and that she'd be sending live and on the scene Twitter posts from the bar. She loved Joel's energy and wanted her contacts to love him as well. Her messages were getting some good responses too she thought. Or at least they were until RedS came online. RedS was more a distraction than just that she sent lots of messages, heck Miri knew herself to be prolific at messaging. It was that RedS always got the most feedback when she was on. All of the talk about being naked and flirting. Miri just wasn't that outgoing to flirt too much online with guys, let alone flirt with the girls like RedS was. Miri didn't consider herself a prude but she didn't like the thought of some guy getting all turned on imagining her undressed and waiting for him. She especially wasn't keen on some other woman thinking along those lines.

Miri doubted most of her friends would find that behavior funny or fun in real life or online. Miri just wanted to share some fun and chat, and let folks know about the cool people and things in her life. Joel was at the top of that list. Joel wasn't the world's greatest guitarist but he had a good sense of self confidence and was always good for a laugh, the type of person Miri liked to surround herself with.

She wished someone would give RedS a taste of what she always teased about. Miri pictured one of those random folks on Twitter finding Red and really giving her a few dozen well placed swats. Not some wimpy swats like those guys were pretending to give Red online, but some good old barn storming swats like her dad gave her with the belt. Ones you didn't ask to have repeated. With that thought, Miri sent her last Twitter message off and turned back to the stage to focus on Joel, even if she couldn't hardly hear him.

A few days later.

Sanja lay in the foyer of her house sobbing. It had all happened so fast. She felt numb from the inside out. The numbness though didn't cloud out the real pain in some parts of her body. At first she didn't move off the floor as she turned her head slowly to see if the person that attacked her was still there. Her vision seemed blurred as she looked around, but then Sanja realized she was crying and sobbing. There were tears in her eyes. It took her several minutes before she was brave enough to try to sit up though, even when she was sure the attacker was gone. Trying to get up she realized her right arm was hurt as well. She was still able to raise up.

The first thing she did after sitting up was to slide up against the wall. Looking down at herself then found her overcome again as she realized her skirt was almost torn off and flipped up.

Janet's cell rang, waking her. She wondered how was calling her so late. Looking over she was it was Sanja, and she almost didn't answer it. She was sure it was some drama if it involved Sanja. Oh, Sanja and her were friends, but Sanja always seemed to be dreaming things up. It seemed to Janet that Sanja lived excessively in her fantasies. What seemed odd to Janet was that it was so bad that Janet found her own thoughts about it outside the norm. (????) In the interest of being a friend she took the call.

The morning didn't find Janet and Sanja at the police station but sitting in Sanja's living room talking. Sanja had not wanted to go to the police, and Janet didn't mind less drama after Sanja had told her what had happened. Janet was still stunned in her own right and had done what she could to stay close to Sanja during the night without being in the same bed with her.

It was late morning before Sanja had woken up to find that Janet had snuck down and started some coffee. Sanja smelled it before she opened her eyes really and felt comforted by it. Even so, it took her several minutes to feel comfortable opening the bedroom door and heading downstairs.