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our fourth date. He’d said that since it was a Friday, he’d bring Chinese food. I was thrilled!
    There was a knock at my apartment door and I raced over to the door, checked the peephole, and let Robert in.
    “Hi!” I said, giving him a big, wet kiss on his cheek.
    “Hello to you too. What did I do to deserve that?”
    “Just for being you. Come in,” I said, opening the door wide.
    He walked in and placed the bag of food on the table as I shut the door and went over to the refrigerator to get our drinks. I’d set the table earlier.
    “Everything smells so yummy!” I said, placing two soft drinks down on the table as he unloaded the boxes. I opened them and put a serving spoon in each.
    “Trust me, it is. I’ve been going to this Chinese place ever since I moved into my house. It’s my favorite place. Well, dig in,” he said, motioning to the food once we both sat down.
    We each scooped food onto our plates. So far, since meeting Robert, I’d gained four pounds. I knew that it wasn’t much yet, but at least I was headed in the right direction, or that’s what he said at least.
    “Does everything taste as good as it smells?”
    “Yes!” I said, swallowing a fork full of beef and broccoli.
    We talked about our days as we continued eating. Mine wasn’t nearly as interesting as his had been. That’s what happened when you compared the day of a secretary to the day of a doctor.
    “Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asked, looking at me as I put my fork down.
    One thing I’d learned very quickly after beginning to date Robert was that he thought I should be eating almost as much as him.
    “Yes. I’m full,” I said, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my belly.
    “You’re never going to gain any weight if you still hardly eat anything.”
    “I ate a lot! I ate some of the beef and broccoli, sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and a pot sticker!”
    “You had one spoonful of each on your plate. That does not constitute a lot of food. Come on, Juliana. I want you to try and eat a little more. You’re headed in the right direction, but you will only stay that way if you continue to eat decent sized portions.”
    How did he know that I only had one spoonful of each? Does he have eyes in the back of his head? “Yes, Daddy,” I said sarcastically without even thinking as I grabbed the beef and broccoli container and took three more scoops.
    “If I was your daddy right now, little girl, you would be on my lap with your bottom bare, and I would be giving you a spanking for the tone of voice you just used with me.”
    I stared at him in disbelief. How could he threaten to do that to me? He knew what had happened to me before.
    “Y-you can’t d-do that,” I stuttered, wanting to make sure he knew that, without a doubt in his mind.
    “You’re right. Right now, I can’t. But, that is one thing that I wanted to talk to you about tonight.”
    “What? Spanking me?” I asked, incredulously. If he ever thought that I would allow him to do that, then he was just plain out crazy.
    “Sort of. I want you to finish your dinner and then we will talk about it.”
    “But—”
    “No buts, young lady. Finish your dinner, we’ll put away the leftovers, and then we will talk.”
    “Fine,” I said, taking another bite of beef and broccoli. I wasn’t sure if I should eat quickly or slowly. Part of me wanted to know what he wanted to talk about. I had an inkling, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
    Another part of me was terrified. If he wanted to talk about what I thought he did, then I wasn’t sure if we would still be dating by the end of the night.
     
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    It was twenty minutes before we finally sat down on my couch and I looked at Robert, waiting for him to begin.
    “I’m just going to come out and say what I want. Juliana, I would like us to start having an age play relationship along with our adult relationship.”
    Even before he finished, I was shaking my head. That was the last