Rod
Terry
Computer Geek One
Computer Geek Two
Richard Grant

Officially, McCabe is still not eliminated, but he's too improbable to waste any time on. I'm getting there, I really am. I'm going to get him.

And when I do, jesus he'd better watch out. I've got so much to get him back for.

Don't know how I'm ever going to eliminate Rod and Terry though. Those two bastards seem to go out of their way to speak to me every day - I just can't avoid them. I'm sure Terry is going to ask me out soon. He seems to be plucking up the courage to do it. Please god, let that courage continue to fail him :-(

I've arranged to go to Walkabout with Tess tomorrow. She's urging me to contact Thomas to arrange to meet him as well. Don't know why - unless she's intent on shagging her way through the rest of his mates - she's managed two of them so far. I'm not going to. I still feel uncomfortable about him being at school, and actually calling him to arrange a date would just be too much. Bumping into him unexpectedly and allowing things to develop as they may - that's one thing, but I couldn't cope with something as formal as a date.

And anyway, what if his mum or dad answered the phone? 'Hello, I'm the older woman who's shagging your little boy. Just phoning to see if he's free for a quick screw tomorrow night...' I think not.

And anyway anyway, he's probably revising for his exams...

Still, there's always Sheffield. That would be worth it just to wind str8guy up... :-) Can't say he'd be much of a pull, would Sheffield. Nice enough guy, but a bit wet, I suspect. Talking of who, let's check my webmail.

From: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk [simon89346@yahoo.co.uk]
Reply-To: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk
To: mollyhadley@emailaccount.com
Subject: Hello again
Date: Wed 05/05/04 23:14 PM

Hello again Molly

I hope u don't mind me writing again. I'm not a stocker,
honnestly... *LOL* I'e just been thinking about you all day.
I can't get you out of my mind. And not just because of your
body, though that is beatiful, but because I think your a fantastic
person. I just love your spirit. The way you deal with that moron,
the way you seem to be in control even when he is telling you
what to do. Althow he is a bullie and seems to have some hold
over u, I still think you are strong and there for yourself.

I'd love to get to know you a bit better. Would u mind if we
continued to write a bit. Maybe one day we could meet up.
No pressure though. If you want to say no just say no I won't mind.

all the best

Simon.

Hmm, ironically it was sent round about the time str8 and I were arguing about whether I'd been in touch with him again... I can't make up my mind which side of desperate that email is - cute or dangerous...

Ay up, I've just had an email summoning me to the presence of my exalted blackmailer. Oh dear, and I've forgotten to bring the pollycam back from home...

[str8guy] Morning Molly

[molly] morning

[str8guy] How's my baby-soft polly this morning?

[molly] dunno how yours is m8, but mine is fine, tx

[str8guy] Show me

[molly] cant, i'm afraid. left the cam at home, sorry

[str8guy] That's too bad. Very bad news. I'm most disappointed.

[molly] i expect i'll be making it up to you somehow...

[molly] i usually do

[str8guy] Slightly flippant tone this morning, Molly

[molly] oh id didn't think so. just being conversational, i thought

[str8guy] You can put the laptop on. And the GPRS pencam.

[molly] what, underneath the desk?

[str8guy] No, on top. I'll see your beaming face, if nothing else

[molly] ok hang on

[str8guy] Recovered from last night?

[molly] oh, just about. still got sore nipples.

[str8guy] Poor dear. But they do look so fetching in their clamps

[molly] well thats the main thing, isn't it

[str8guy] And have you been in touch with your knight in shining armour

[str8guy] To tell him about last night? What he missed?

[molly] Well actually he has been in touch, yes

[str8guy] He has?

[str8guy] Well well

[str8guy] Do tell

I froze, my heart pounding. I'd just made a huge mistake. What the fuck did I have to go and say that for? I told str8 last night that I hadn't had any contact with Simon, so how could I explain this? How could he have known my email address?

Sometimes panic fuddles the brain, but other times it helps it work more clearly. Instantly, I remembered that I gave Simon the printout of str8's email to my work address. I'd have to pretend that was it. Thankful that the GPRS cam wasn't loaded yet to show the redness of my face, I blustered on.

[molly] he emailed me. got it this morning when i logged in.

[str8guy] And how does he know your email address?

[molly] from your email with the list of items to buy

[str8guy] Ah yes. And what did he say?

[molly] Oh, just thanking me for the other night, saying how beatiful i am, that sort of thing.

[str8guy] Asking you out?

[molly] no, he didn't do that

[str8guy] No?

[str8guy] Is your cam on yet?

[molly] nearly

[molly2 has entered]

[molly2] that's me. had to log in under another name

[str8guy] Cam on your face please

[str8guy] There, pretty Molly

[str8guy] Now then, what do we think. If Sheffield had asked you out, would you go?

[str8guy] Pan the cam down, Molly

[molly2] no

[str8guy] No, why not?

[str8guy] That's a lovely top, Molly. I love those strappy things, they're very sexy.

[molly2] why would i? i met him once, don't find him attractive and can't imagine we would ahve anything to talk about

[str8guy] Especially with no bra on. Molly, why don't you go to the toilets and remove yours.

[str8guy] Nothing to talk about? Come off it!! I think your performance the other night would prove a big talking point...

[molly2] be reasonable. i can't take my bra off in here.

[str8guy] You can and will.

[molly2] we could hardly talk about that all evening

[str8guy] Well, you could reprise it then

[str8guy] you're still here by the way

[molly2] u cant be serious?

[str8guy] Totally serious. Remove your bra.

[str8guy] Think how Sheffield would like to see it. Imagine him waiting to see you when you get back.

[molly2] jeez, shut up about him will you.

[molly2] brb

[str8guy] clever Molly...

[str8guy] I knew she'd see sense in the end

[str8guy] ...

[str8guy] ...

[molly2] back

[str8guy] That wasn't difficult was it.

[molly2] walked all way with arms folded over my chest

[str8guy] let me see

[str8guy] Oh yes, I can see your nipple poking out.

[str8guy] Isn't that delightful

[str8guy] Quite precious, my dear

[str8guy] Keep your eye on Tess, and when she's not looking, I want you to slip your top down and show me your breast. Just the left will do for now. When you get the chance

[str8guy] Oh, that was quick. Well done

[str8guy] Delightful

[str8guy] And no bruising, I see...

[molly2] surprisingly not.

[str8guy] Try to show both when you get the chance.

[molly2] never happy are you?

[str8guy] Once you see perfection you only ever want more...

[molly2] such flattery...

[str8guy] Mmm, I think you're right about Sheffield.

[molly2] yes?

[str8guy] Oh yes, there it is - a centrefold spread, as it were...

[str8guy] Scrumptious

[str8guy] Yes, I can't see that you'd be bothered with him

[str8guy] I see the way you respond to these challenges

[str8guy] another one thank you...

[str8guy] So brave and courageous and daring

[str8guy] Can't see our little friend Sheffield doing that

[molly2] flashing his tits would be a lot easier for him...

[str8guy] LOL, not what I mean though.

[str8guy] Oh that was lovely, almost twenty seconds exposed there. Is Tess there?

[molly2] Yep, but engrossed in a spreadsheet. She's lost £70,000

[str8guy] that would demand your concentration, right enough

[str8guy] He didn't strike me as wonderfully intelligent. Not the brightest of sorts.

[str8guy] Doubt he'd have the wit or imagination to do anything like this

[str8guy] Or probably the faculties to appreciate it

[molly2] he's not that bad

[str8guy] A bit of a geek, in fact. An oick.

[str8guy] Not worth bothering about

[molly2] no, you're being too hard on him. he's quite sweet

[str8guy] Sweet? He can barely string two words together, and certainly not without mis-spelling one of them.

[str8guy] he's a congenital idiot

[molly2] brb

Oh fuck. Sometimes you get too wrapped up in an argument to keep track of everything that's going on. str8guy's assault on Simon was irritating me and I was getting engrossed in the discussion, to the point where I forgot that my left tit was hanging loose.

"Molly?"

"Hmm?"

"Why's your tit flashing at me?"

The life expectancy of "most embarrassing moment in my life" is getting shorter and shorter.

"Oh fuck, sorry," I mumbled, tidying it away.

"Well?"

She wasn't going to let this go. Well, you wouldn't would you? I couldn't make out what her expression said: amusement, horror, disgust, what?

"Hah! A bit embarrassing."

"Yes..."

"Well, I met this new guy..."

"Name?"

"Um, Simon."

"And..."

"Well, he's a bit... kinky, I guess. Likes kinky stuff. Like... nipple clamps and stuff."

"Nipple clamps?"

"Yep. And I had nipple clamps on last night. They hurt like buggery. Still do. So I was massaging them just now. To soothe them. And the fresh air helps... Sorry..."

She stared at me coldly. "Molly, I think you're losing your mind, girl." She turned away, but I was sure I discerned a hint of amusement in the turn of her mouth. "Just promise me," she continued, head already over her spreadsheet once more, "if he tries to put clamps anywhere near your nether regions you'll take the day off next day. I know we're friends, but there are some sights I don't want to see..."

Hmm, I expect I haven't heard the last of this. She's too worked up about her missing money at present, but as soon as she finds it she'll start working me over for more details 3;

[molly2] back

[molly2] got caught

[str8guy] what, flashing?

[molly2] yes

[str8guy] No! I TOLD you to be careful.

[str8guy] Molly, you must take more care

[str8guy] I warned you not to compromise yourself

[molly2] hey, get off your high horse mister.

[str8guy] How did you get out of it?

[molly2] said my new boyf liked kinky stuff and clamped my nipples. they were sore so i was massaging them

[str8guy] LOL good one. Knowing Tess she asked all sorts of details about the new boyfriend.

[molly2] lol of course

[str8guy] So who did you say? Thomas?

[molly2] no, invented one. used sheffield in fact. first name that came into my head

[str8guy] you know his name?

[molly2] yes

[str8guy] how come?

[molly2] he emailed me

[str8guy] Ah yes, so he did. Amazing, he's managed to master a keyboard. Still, you know what they say about the monkey, the typewriter and the complete works of Shakespeare. Sheffield could be the living proof...

[molly2] lay off him

[str8guy] Are you going to show me anything again

[str8guy] Apart from your tongue, that is?

[str8guy] No, the more I think about it, the more the thought of you and him would just be too ridiculous. I should never have entertained the notion

[str8guy] You're a class above him

[str8guy] No more flashes m8, not today

[str8guy] Might start calling him Pooh. A man of very little brain

[str8guy] What d'you think his idea of foreplay is?

[str8guy] "Brace yourself, Molly"... LOL

[molly2] leave him alone

[str8guy] Sheffield, the brain that time forgot...

[str8guy] Oh well, if you're not flashing any more I think I'll go and do some work. Some of us have to...

[str8guy] Bye for now, Molly my sweet...

[str8guy has quit]

What an arrogant bastard. Thinks he's the king of the jungle. He has total contempt for everybody else. I've just emailed Simon...

From: Molly Hadley [mollyhadley@emailaccount.com]
Reply-To: mollyhadley@emailaccount.com
To: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: re: Hello again
Date: Thu 05/06/04 15:32 PM

Hello Simon

Thanks for writing back. I'm flattered by your descriptions -
not just my body but my mind - thank you very much for that.

Funnily enough I've been thinking about you too. We met in
distinctly strange circumstances, but do you think you'd like
to meet up again? Just for a chat - that's all. I do feel I owe
you an explanation for all of this.

Molly

I checked the email a few times that evening, not sure whether to expect an answer or not, or what it would be. Finally, one came.

From: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk [simon89346@yahoo.co.uk]
Reply-To: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk
To: mollyhadley@emailaccount.com
Subject: re: Hello again
Date: Wed 05/06/04 20:18 PM

Molly

You don't know how much I'd like to meet up with you again.
I've thought of nothing but that since first meeting you. What
about tommorrow?

Simon

Sometimes the fates do things. As I read his reply my gut-reaction was to take a step back. It sounded too full-on, a bit desperate, to tell the truth. Everything suggested the wisest course was to delay and not build up expectations.

But then I got a text from str8guy:

Saw this and thought of sheffield

It was a picture of a baboon. What a jerk. In a temper, I fired a reply back to Simon.

From: Molly Hadley [mollyhadley@emailaccount.com]
Reply-To: mollyhadley@emailaccount.com
To: simon89346@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: re: Hello again
Date: Thu 05/06/04 21:11 PM

Okay, you're on. I'll come to you. Where/when shall we meet?

And now I've done it. Out of spite against str8guy, I've arranged a date with the geek of the Sheffield Sex Shop circuit...

Molly, Molly...