Madison Taylor fired off a peremptory and ego-crimping reply to the loathsome creature who'd sent a photograph of himself dressed in black latex. It wasn't the latex that offended; it was the tiny, purple penis protruding from it. It looked more like a clitoris, she decided, examining it closely from all angles. She shook her head, deleted the photo, and turned her attention to the last email in her inbox.
"Last chance," she muttered to herself, "then I'm canceling my subscription." She glanced at the sending address. From Dragon Slayer? Lordy, not another Dungeons and Dragons freak! She opened the email and scanned it for spelling errors. So far, so good. Her eyes widened at the effrontery of the three-day challenge he had set and a squeak of amusement escaped her.
"Dragon Slayer my boy, you have industrial sized cojones!" she murmured in appreciation. "But, my fine fellow, are they big enough to deal with me, or, like all the other alleged men I know, do they shrivel when confronted with a strong woman?"
Her curiosity piqued, she clicked on the link that would take her to his profile and groaned as she read more about her correspondent.
"'Dragons deflowered and virgins slain. Of all the sophomoric idiocies! 'Occupation--Part time underwear model'! He's got to be kidding! At least he could have put in a photo of himself to back up his claim." Madison rolled her eyes in disgust. She scrolled down further. "'Ambition--To own a pub'." Worse and worse!
Madison was about to delete Dragon Slayer's profile when her eye caught the last sentence of his description. 'I need a challenge. I don't know the meaning of the word failure, and I would love to meet you if you think the same way. I promise passion, excitement, and the best in romantic interludes to the right woman.'
Madison sat back and contemplated that last sentence. Those last few words hooked her, particularly the word 'passion'. "At least you can spell," she mused to the profile in front of her. "What the hell. Let's see if you back down, or if you really understand what a challenge is all about. We'll see if you are capable of slaying this particular virgin."
She spun the keyboard around and sent off a reply calculated to intimidate Dragon Slayer.
'Dragon Slayer, you have finally met the Dragon who will melt your sword. Let me know where you live and I'll fly there. I'm no maiden in distress, so I'll make my own arrangements. Regards, Difficult to Define'.
Madison hit the 'send' key and spun around in her chair. There was no point in pussyfooting around. Life was too short and there were too many time-wasting, weak and wimpy men in the world to give them a sporting chance. Madison wanted someone vital, someone who could match her spirit and fire, who wouldn't need to quash and control that passion in an attempt to validate his own sense of manhood. Her own excellence demanded the very best that life had to offer, and so far, she hadn't met anyone who was capable of meeting her on her own level. Her best and in fact her only relationship so far had been with her own hand. God, if there were any decent men to be met in the real world, she wouldn't have needed to go online to find one!
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