it would be difficult to persuade her to accept. She thought he was rich.
BrownEyedGirl: If that's what you want. But you have to keep me up-to-date, okay? I'd like to know what's going on. I've nursed this thing along for weeks and want to see the end.
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Sebastian could certainly understand that. Okay, he said, and she gave him her password.
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Five
S everal hours later, Sebastian was still up, keeping an eye on Mary's buddy list while rereading the transcripts of her and Malcolm's previous online sessions.
If he had the opportunity, he wanted to be sure he could pick up the conversation with full knowledge of everything that'd been said before.
He'd put on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, but hadn't been able to relax enough to sleep. Malcolm was signed on. He'd been on for most of the night.
Sebastian imagined him chatting with other women, stringing them along with compliments and promises of flowers, just like Mary.
How could he bring this bastard out of hiding?
Sebastian was dying to initiate a conversation, to see what he could do now that he had control. But it was nearly four in the morning and Malcolm knew Mary had children she had to get off to school. She also worked, which meant she was rarely up this late.
"Don't break the pattern," he warned himself. But he couldn't continue to nudge Malcolm along at a leisurely pace; he needed to draw him out, make him commit.
Ignoring caution, Sebastian clicked on the WhosYourDaddy screen name.
Brandon just woke up with the flu. Poor kid, he typed.
No, kid should be baby. Baby would sound more feminine. Using the backspace key, he made the change. And now I can't go back to sleep.
He sent it, but there was no response. "Come on," he murmured. "Forget whatever porn site you're on and take the bait. Don't you care about poor little Brandon?"
Sebastian adjusted his chair so he could stretch his legs. He'd been sitting too long. "Of course you don't care about Brandon," he said, settling in again. "You don't care about anyone but yourself."
After another five minutes, he made a second attempt. I keep thinking about you. Maybe that's the real reason I can't sleep. I get so lonely at night.
He waited...and waited. No response.
With a curse, he turned to the transcripts and skimmed through the 52
exchanges he hadn't reread. A lot of these conversations had taken place last September before Mary realized she was dealing with someone other than WhosYourDaddy represented himself to be, but they offered insight to the man's psyche.
WhosYourDaddy: Are you as hot as you were when you were sixteen?
BrownEyedGirl: You don't know?
WhosYourDaddy: I haven't seen you for years.
BrownEyedGirl: I've sent you pictures. You're the one who hasn't sent me any pics. Where are they, by the way?
WhosYourDaddy: I lost my camera. I'll get one taken soon, though.
Sebastian paged through to find the Xeroxed picture Malcolm had eventually sent. It was of a man handsome enough to be appealing but regular enough to be believable--a smart choice, and probably no one Malcolm even knew.
Sebastian's guess was that Malcolm had taken a snapshot of some random guy and used the picture to satisfy Mary's curiosity. Or he'd bought a stock photo.
Setting it aside, he went back to reading.
BrownEyedGirl: Do it tomorrow. I want to see who I'm talking to.
WhosYourDaddy: You know who you're talking to.
BrownEyedGirl: No, I don't. I still can't remember meeting you at Joe's party.
WhosYourDaddy: You really know how to hurt a guy's ego. I guess I didn't stand out.
BrownEyedGirl: There were, like...two hundred kids at Joe's house that night. And I had a boyfriend, so I wasn't paying much attention.
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WhosYourDaddy: I remember your boyfriend. What was his name again?
BrownEyedGirl: Malcolm Turner.
WhosYourDaddy: That's right. You were really into him.
BrownEyedGirl: No joke. I was head over heels.
WhosYourDaddy: Lucky guy.
BrownEyedGirl:
WhosYourDaddy: Have you seen him
BrownEyedGirl: If that's what you want. But you have to keep me up-to-date, okay? I'd like to know what's going on. I've nursed this thing along for weeks and want to see the end.
50
Sebastian could certainly understand that. Okay, he said, and she gave him her password.
51
Five
S everal hours later, Sebastian was still up, keeping an eye on Mary's buddy list while rereading the transcripts of her and Malcolm's previous online sessions.
If he had the opportunity, he wanted to be sure he could pick up the conversation with full knowledge of everything that'd been said before.
He'd put on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, but hadn't been able to relax enough to sleep. Malcolm was signed on. He'd been on for most of the night.
Sebastian imagined him chatting with other women, stringing them along with compliments and promises of flowers, just like Mary.
How could he bring this bastard out of hiding?
Sebastian was dying to initiate a conversation, to see what he could do now that he had control. But it was nearly four in the morning and Malcolm knew Mary had children she had to get off to school. She also worked, which meant she was rarely up this late.
"Don't break the pattern," he warned himself. But he couldn't continue to nudge Malcolm along at a leisurely pace; he needed to draw him out, make him commit.
Ignoring caution, Sebastian clicked on the WhosYourDaddy screen name.
Brandon just woke up with the flu. Poor kid, he typed.
No, kid should be baby. Baby would sound more feminine. Using the backspace key, he made the change. And now I can't go back to sleep.
He sent it, but there was no response. "Come on," he murmured. "Forget whatever porn site you're on and take the bait. Don't you care about poor little Brandon?"
Sebastian adjusted his chair so he could stretch his legs. He'd been sitting too long. "Of course you don't care about Brandon," he said, settling in again. "You don't care about anyone but yourself."
After another five minutes, he made a second attempt. I keep thinking about you. Maybe that's the real reason I can't sleep. I get so lonely at night.
He waited...and waited. No response.
With a curse, he turned to the transcripts and skimmed through the 52
exchanges he hadn't reread. A lot of these conversations had taken place last September before Mary realized she was dealing with someone other than WhosYourDaddy represented himself to be, but they offered insight to the man's psyche.
WhosYourDaddy: Are you as hot as you were when you were sixteen?
BrownEyedGirl: You don't know?
WhosYourDaddy: I haven't seen you for years.
BrownEyedGirl: I've sent you pictures. You're the one who hasn't sent me any pics. Where are they, by the way?
WhosYourDaddy: I lost my camera. I'll get one taken soon, though.
Sebastian paged through to find the Xeroxed picture Malcolm had eventually sent. It was of a man handsome enough to be appealing but regular enough to be believable--a smart choice, and probably no one Malcolm even knew.
Sebastian's guess was that Malcolm had taken a snapshot of some random guy and used the picture to satisfy Mary's curiosity. Or he'd bought a stock photo.
Setting it aside, he went back to reading.
BrownEyedGirl: Do it tomorrow. I want to see who I'm talking to.
WhosYourDaddy: You know who you're talking to.
BrownEyedGirl: No, I don't. I still can't remember meeting you at Joe's party.
WhosYourDaddy: You really know how to hurt a guy's ego. I guess I didn't stand out.
BrownEyedGirl: There were, like...two hundred kids at Joe's house that night. And I had a boyfriend, so I wasn't paying much attention.
53
WhosYourDaddy: I remember your boyfriend. What was his name again?
BrownEyedGirl: Malcolm Turner.
WhosYourDaddy: That's right. You were really into him.
BrownEyedGirl: No joke. I was head over heels.
WhosYourDaddy: Lucky guy.
BrownEyedGirl:
WhosYourDaddy: Have you seen him
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