Called in by McCabe this morning. I wasn't in the mood.

"Bit worried about you, Molly. How are you?"

"Oh? Fine, thanks."

"You're quiet. Very quiet. Not like you. Not as bubbly as you usually are. No problems, are there?" "No, nothing."

"Need a holiday?"

"Yeah, could do with a break, I guess."

"I only want happy Mollys. Happy Mollys are effective Mollys. Effective Mollys make money."

"Is that all I am, then? Something that makes money?" "Aren't we all?"

"Frankly, no."

"Molly, you surprise me. Where's the ferret, where's the donkey trapper, the woman with the nose for the smorgasbord? Of course you're here to make money. That's what we do. We make money for Chase McCabe."

"Makes me sound like some kind of a whore."

"We're all whores. Whores and trollops, mincing our way to the money. We find a punter, give him what he wants, then relieve him of his money. That's the business. You know that."

"I'm not sure I do, any more."

He stared at me curiously. His belly was bulging over his trousers and seemed to be wobbling independently of any human intervention. The similarity between him and the boy Darren was striking. I was in a cold sweat as I watched the man I was more and more convinced was str8guy.

"Take that holiday, Molly. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want you to lose your spirit. Go out, live it up, come back refreshed."

"Yeah, in a while. I can't next week. Got a big deadline. You may know about it."

"I know everything, Molly."

"Do you really?"

I forced myself from the chair and saw myself out. He was still staring at me as I closed the door. I was sure he was toying with me, playing more of his fucking mind games. Creep.

Got a summons by text later on to join str8guy in the chatroom.

[molly] hello

[str8guy] Good morning, my dear Molly. And how are you today?

[molly] havent u already asked me that 2day?

[str8guy] I don't know. Have I?

[molly] i think so

[str8guy] Oh ho! Does this mean Miss Molly is getting close to uncovering who did it, where and with what?

[molly] be afraid

[str8guy] Shitting myself.

[str8guy] But anyway, how did you enjoy last night?

[molly] read a book, drank some cocoa, went 2 bed.

[str8guy] Ha ha! We both know that's far from the truth.

[molly] so have your mates reported back?

[str8guy] Oh indeed they have. Rave reviews, Molly. Rave reviews.

[molly] splendid.

[str8guy] They remarked particularly how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself. How you were so much more active than their usual call-girls.

[str8guy] So much more fun, they told me.

[str8guy] Like you were getting a kick out of it too.

[molly] uh huh

[str8guy] You don't mind me calling you that, do you? [str8guy] Call girl?

[str8guy] It's what you are, after all.

[str8guy] You took their money.

[str8guy] Makes you a prostitute, in my book.

[str8guy] Wouldn't you agree?

[str8guy] Molly?

[molly] y i guess it does

[str8guy] Who'd have thought it? Molly Hadley, ace manager from Chase McCabe, turning tricks in her spare time.

[str8guy] And very enthusiastically too.

[str8guy] By all accounts.

[str8guy] And I've heard all the accounts, believe me.

[str8guy] Francis was especially effusive about you.

[str8guy] Your tongue work was the best he's ever had, he said.

[str8guy] He plans to come back very soon.

[str8guy] That'll be nice, won't it?

[molly] this game ends in 10 days time

[str8guy] Ah yes, so it does.

[str8guy] We'd best get moving then, hadn't we.

[str8guy] By the way, could you show me polly.

[str8guy] I want to see where the boys were last night.

[str8guy] Open your legs wide.

[str8guy] Nice

[str8guy] Lovely

[str8guy] Has all the cum dripped out now?

[str8guy] Must have been buckets of the stuff by the time all three had finished.

[molly] oh gallons at least.

[str8guy] It's such a beautiful sight.

[str8guy] It's a very noble thing you're doing, Molly, giving that beautiful cunt to the world the way you do.

[str8guy] It's so wonderful it deserves to be shared.

[str8guy] Don't you think.

[str8guy] I never tire of looking at it.

[str8guy] Neither does Francis, or Henry, or Lionel

[str8guy] Or schoolboy, or Sheffield.

[str8guy] Or Adam or stranger

[str8guy] Or the guy in London.

[str8guy] Or Darren

[str8guy] or the other one whose name escape me right now

[str8guy] They all love your polly, Molly.

[str8guy] All of us.

[str8guy] So do you know what I'm going to do?

[molly] your gonna tell me...

[str8guy] I certainly am.

[str8guy] You know your calling card? That I made for you week before last?

[str8guy] I'm putting it out. Today.

[molly] no

[str8guy] Yes.

[str8guy] I have 500 of them. Got them printed this morning. You can check on the system. They're coded to the Clowes Manor ESF.

[molly] you haven't

[str8guy] I have. Check

[str8guy] I'm going out today to distribute the first batch. Probably 50 today. What do you think? That should bring in a few punters.

[str8guy] Get you started nicely.

[str8guy] You might want to think about raising your prices though. I think you were a bit cheap last night.

[str8guy] Don't want people to take advantage of you, do we?

[molly] u bastard, u have too.

[str8guy] I know I have. I told you. They're being printed as I write. Collecting them this afternoon. They'll be all through town by this evening.

[str8guy] oh, and I've added your phone number instead of the email address. Thought that would be easier for your punters

[str8guy] Are you going out this evening? It's usually your pull night with Tess isn't it?

[str8guy] It'll be no problem tonight, will it? Just wait for the punters to come to you. They'll be calling all night...

[molly] u won't do it.

[str8guy] You know I will.

[str8guy] Have a fun evening Molly.

[str8guy] Be sure to let me know how it goes...

[str8guy has quit]

He's not going to be happy until he's ruined my life. Now what do I do?