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Meeting the Dom

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After lunch, they headed back to work and continued their long shift. Reagan didn't have to work that night, so she would have free time afterwards. But while she went about cleaning the aisles and reorganizing a mess some four year old left behind, she couldn't stop thinking about Molly's suggestion about the DDLG relationship. She had to admit that it sounded nice, and she could definently get used to being loved constantly, but she was unsure about the entire life change. Molly seemed normal on the outside and was clearly happy about her relationship with Damian. Reagan had met Damian a few times, and he was quiet. He hardly looked at Reagan, only spoke when he was told, and very obedient. But when she was in public with them, he seemed very happy with Molly. In a way, he was like a dog. She didn't want to be a dog. And she also didn't want to go on a blind date with some guy she hardly knew. 

After work, Molly insisted that they went to meet the Dom. Reagan was nervous and shy about it, but went along anyway. Something about Molly made her seem intimidating, but Reagan trusted her. While they walked down towards the mall, Molly's phone suddenly flashed, blinding Reagan with its bright light. 

"What was that for?" Reagan whined, rubbing her eyes. 

"Taking your picture. He wants to see what you look like." The idea that he was wanting to see her made Reagan blush. She smiled a little and looked down. Yet again, another flash. "That's a keeper." 

"Could you please stop?" Reagan asked, unable to keep the blush away. Molly was staring at her phone, typing something to the mystery man. 

"No." She paused, a small smile on her lips. "He says that you're adorable when you blush like that." 

Again, more blush came to Reagan's cheeks. 

"He says he can't wait to meet you. And that he's already imagining you two watching movies on the couch." Well, that doesn't sound too bad. "And after I drop you off, he wants to take you to get ice cream." 

"Ice cream sounds good." Reagan said.

"I should warn you, he's a cuddler. He adores physical contact with his Littles." Molly said, smiling a little at her. 

Reagan swallowed, unsure if she would want to cuddle him just yet. After all, she barely knew about him or what he looked like. Molly noticed Reagan's discomfort. 

"I can tell him that you're not ready for cuddles yet." She offered. 

"Ok." Reagan said almost instantly, nodding her head up and down. "What does he look like?" 

"Hold on. I think I have a picture of us together." She said, scrolling through her camera roll. Then she selected one and handed Reagan the phone. Molly was standing with another man as well as Damian. The other man had long chocolate brown hair, a small goatee with silver hairs, a mole on the left side of his lip, and a pair of ray bans were covering his eyes. 

"He looks nice. Are you two old friends?" Reagan asked, handing Molly her phone back. 

"Yeah. Reedus and I go back ages." Molly said, typing on her phone again. 

"Reedus is his name?" She asked, arching an eyebrow at Molly. 

"Oh, no. His first name is Norman. Last name is Reedus. I just call him Reedus." 

Reagan nodded again, and they walked in silence. After a minute or two, Molly laughed a bit. "What's so funny?" She asked. 

"He really, really can't wait to meet you." She laughed, handing Reagan the phone.