I've spent all day looking at people's feet. They say that guys with big feet have big cocks too. Well, if that's the case, str8guy must be either Rod from accounts or Terry. It's certainly not little Jack. I think he's a little Jack in more ways than one, judging by his dainty twinkletoes. Maybe I should organise a swimming trip. The one with the longest feet and fattest toes will be my man. Ooh, what am I saying - my man! Perish the thought. Yeeuch.

My paranoia is growing. I'm now beginning to feel everyone is in on it. Tess and Anthony were deep in discussion this morning, laughing uproariously, but when I approached and asked what was so funny they just laughed again and clammed up. And Terry, I'm convinced he was sniggering at me, the long streak of pus that he is. I'm sure McCabe popped his head round the door five minutes ago, saw me and laughed. But the worst thing about paranoia is: what happens if they are all out to get you???

Going out with Tess tonight, so at least I'll have an evening away from creepy mr str8guy. Thank god, I just need to get him out of my head.

April 7th, 2004, midnight

Bastard! Fucking bastard! I'm furious. It's just getting beyond a joke. Pardon the language, I'm drunk. I was out with Tess - a girly night out, cinema (Belleville Rendezvous, ace) and drinks at Wetherspoon's, then I get this text on the mobie. gather you're out. picture coming, str8 And then a fucking picture - no prizes what it was, Me, topless, pretending to wank his ugly fat dick. ugly fat dick. Bastard. In the middle of the pub. And Tess eyes me getting it, of course.

"Aye, aye," she says. "What's this then? Message from a mystery man, is it? Who's the loverboy then? Come on girl, spit it out, we don't have secrets between us." And of course I couldn't say a bloody thing. Had to delete the picture as soon as I could and pretend like it was my mother seeing if I was okay.

I'm going to sort this out. Now.

[str8guy] Hello Molly. You're late. Been out on the town?

[medusa] as well you fucking kno

[str8guy] Language, sweet child.

[medusa] don't fucking language me. don't u ever do that again

[str8guy] What's that? Didn't you like the picture? I thought it was one of the better grabs from last night's session.

[medusa] fuck u

[str8guy] Seemed to catch the essence of Molly. Sexy but innocent. Shy but knowing.

[medusa] ur fucking with my head man

[str8guy] I haven't fucked any part of you, Molly.

[str8guy] Yet

[medusa] listen fuckwith i cant take any moer of this. leave me lone. just leave me

[str8guy] I think you're drunk, little Molly. Your speech is slurred, as it were

[medusa] JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

[str8guy] It's rude to shout

[medusa] JSUT LESVE ME ASLONRE

[medusa] JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

[medusa] JSUT LEAVE ME ALONE

[str8guy] Little Molly Dietrich. Get it out of your system. And have a pint of water before you go to bed. Don't want to have a hangover in the morning, do we?

[medusa] JUST LEAE ME ALONE

[str8guy] How about a little flash before bedtime?

[medusa] JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

[str8guy] I tell you what. Since you're probably getting ready for beddibies now, why don't you take the cam into the bathroom with you. I can watch you getting ready.

[str8guy] Stripping off your fancy clothes, strewing them around the floor, I expect

[medusa] JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

[str8guy] A quick shower probably, wash off that stale cigarette smell. Then wipe all the warpaint off. Brush your teeth. Little bottom will be wiggling while you do that. That'll be nice to watch.

[medusa] WHY DONT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE

[str8guy] Into your little jimjams. What colour are they?

[medusa] LEAVE ME

[str8guy] Lavender, I think. It's very now, isn't it, lavender?

[medusa] LEAVE ME

[str8guy] Have you got any toys? Maybe a quick play before bedtime. That would be nice to watch. Oh dear, you've got me hard again Molly. Must be all that shouting you're doing. It's such a turn-on, an angry woman.

[medusa] ur a freak

[str8guy] Molly, I've asked you before to be more gracious. Apologise to me.

[medusa] fuck u guy

[str8guy] Put your cam on, Molly. I want to see you.

[medusa] its too late

[str8guy] Molly! Do as I say. You know why. You know what I'll do.

[str8guy] Tonight's picture, circulated round the office.

[str8guy] I'm waiting

[str8guy] There, that's better. My, you do look cross.

[medusa] i am

[str8guy] Your face is all flushed. You look very hot

[medusa] no im okay

[str8guy] LOL. Well done Molly. You didn't fall into my little trap. Nonetheless, take your top off anyway.

[medusa] havent got a top on its a dress

[str8guy] So take it off then.

[medusa] why dont you just leave me alone.........

[str8guy] Off, Molly

[str8guy] Off

[str8guy] There, that was easy wasn't it. My, put your lip away, Molly. Pouting doesn't become you.

[str8guy] That bra does though. Very fetching. What colour is that?

[str8guy] What colour is your bra, Molly?

[medusa] light pink

[str8guy] And what make is it?

[medusa] huit

[str8guy] Never heard of it, but I'm sure it's a good make. I like to know little things about you. Take it off.

[str8guy] Very good. You didn't need to be asked twice. You're learning, Molly.

[medusa] drunk

[str8guy] That too. Stand up.

[str8guy] Don't hold your dress. Let it fall.

[str8guy] Molly

[str8guy] Let it fall

[str8guy] Oh yes, lovely. What a nice figure you have Molly. Lovely hips. Not an ounce of fat. Turn round.

[str8guy] Mmm, nice. Lovely bottom. Just cries out to be spanked, that bottom. Lovely and pert. Quite beautifully shaped.

[medusa] not cum yet?

[str8guy] Oh that's lovely. I like it when you bend over the keyboard like that and your little titties hang down. Do it again.

[medusa] fuck u

[str8guy] Are you shaved, Molly?

[str8guy] Are you shaved, Molly?

[str8guy] Are you shaved Molly?

[str8guy] Let me see

I hung up at that point. The creep can do what he fucking wants with my pictures. Plaster them over the high street if he wants to i dont care bastard bastard bastard.