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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, blackmail, humil) [08/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 22:10:07 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Eight

Ā(C) Copyright 1997 - 2003, bookgirl, All rights reserved. Comments to
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Diary Date: Thursday January 3rd, 2002 (Early Morning Entry)

Another day about to dawn and I can't seem to stay asleep. My every
waking moment sees me drawn to a computer to check my latest mail; to
find out the latest details of my own plans; to see my own unstoppable
destiny unfolding before my eyes. They're still full of The Sandman's
best efforts to keep me in bed. 5:30am. There's already four new
messages from my blackmailers. 

I resist the urge to read them immediately preferring instead to
relish the thrill of not knowing new demands might have been made
while I go quietly to the kitchen to make coffee. It's foggy outside
and quite cool in the kitchen but the chill in the air heightens my
tingling sensations caused by the tantalizing uncertainty. I abandon
the idea of making coffee and return to the computer.

Reading the replies to my question about time zones I realize
something. Both my blackmailers have a two hour jump on me each day.
It's conceivable I could wake up and find my whole day's fate had been
decided while I was sleeping. I shiver excitedly at the thought. It's
not even dawn here now and already it's obvious Mike and Kevan have
been plotting against me for a couple of hours. A delicious thought to
take back to the warmth of bed. I make the decision to hold off on
posting this until I get to work. I'll sleep late and give my
blackmailers enough time to plan their devious deeds without
distraction from me... 
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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