She had several ads from online retailers, a couple of spam messages that sneaked through her filter, and an invitation from Melania.She selected the ads and the spam, and clicked Delete. A dialog box popped up: Are you sure you want to delete these messages? Emma sighed at the redundancy and clicked Yes. If she wasn't sure, she wouldn't have clicked on them. After clearing her in-box of junk, she read Melania's message.Can you meet for a drink after work? I'm dying to hear about your date yesterday! ;-) Meet you at 6 p.m. at Bottom's Up? Melania.Emma clicked Reply but hesitated. To meet Melania or not to meet Melania? To share or not to share? Love to. See you then. Em, she typed, clicked Send, and watched as her message disappeared into cyberspace. Deleting messages required two mouse clicks, sending only one.Emma shifted in her computer chair. The redness and soreness had almost faded completely by morning—much faster than she had expected. She missed the delicious reminder of the experience, but she still had her memories.The spanking itself had hurt.
