Boots was smitten. She had just emailed a note to Michael:

I told you I don't feel like that about you anymore. It is too much work. I need phone contact and more. This is boring. I hope you had good weekend in Hamptons. There is no future for us (maybe not even as friends because I need much more) Don't keep your GF strung along.

 Michael wrote back:

 OK

Well he doesn’t seem to be taking this too hard Boots thought. He is just so selfish. Boots really realized that Michael was not really good for her when she started writing to a blogger, Captain Portobello, on the Open Salon Site. Captain Portobello wrote such sexy posts. Boots was not sure if the Captain was a man or a woman…but that did not matter. The Captain knew what Boots wanted. Boots was also not sure if the Captain was of a legal age or if he/she was blogging from a prison.

Boot’s friend, Mindy, suggested that the Captain may just be a very effeminate man who wrote best in a pink feathered robe. Boots got slightly aroused imaging this mysterious man/woman. She would take Captain Portobello’s feather robe and use it to her advantage.  In her imagination, the Captain would allow her to tie him/her up with his/her garters to the hot water pipe in his poor bed bug infested apartment, no hovel, under the train tracks or if he was an inmate, a trailer built for conjugal visits. She would slowly touch his body with the robe’s feathers until he/she cried for mercy.