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Ryan, not sure if he was too keen on that interpretation of his age. He looked at the envelope again. “So whoever this is they obviously know my name. Must be someone I know.”
He went inside to look for the first note. Not there. Must have left it in the car. After retrieving it from the passenger seat, Ryan went back outside and compared the handwriting of both notes. He was no expert, but they looked for all money to have been penned by the same hand. He didn’t recognize the handwriting.
He gulped down the rest of his coffee, which had gone tepid by now, and sat there staring at the messages.
Ryan wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Part of him was flattered and quite excited that he had a secret admirer of some sort. Another part of him was concerned he may have a stalker on his hands.
Was she dangerous? If it even was a she.
The handwriting looked feminine, but it may not be. All he had to go on so far was the letter M, and the fact that this person knew his name, his car and his address. They obviously knew way more about him than he did about them.
His stomach grumbled so he went back into the kitchen and searched the freezer for something to throw into the microwave. Under some steaks and sausages he discovered a frozen Thai dinner that consisted of green chicken curry and rice. He tossed it into the microwave and started it up, then stepped into the living room and switched his computer on. By the time Windows had fully loaded the microwave was beeping to announce dinner had been cooked.
The food was dumped onto a plate. He grabbed a fork from the drawer and took the steaming dish over to his desk. When he checked his emails he had his usual fair share of junk mail. After weeding that out, an email on the screen caught his eye.
“M” has sent you a message on Facebook.
He scooped some food into his mouth and clicked on the email to read it.
“I want to suck your big cock dry,” the message read.
Ryan choked on his food, chunks of rice spraying the LCD screen. He clicked on the link to the Facebook page and waited for it to load. Once the message screen had opened, he clicked through to M’s profile. The page unfolded before him. There was nothing on it. No picture, no profile details. Just the username and a note saying that the user only shares private information with friends.
“She obviously hasn’t added me as a friend then,” Ryan said and ate some more curry. “Who the hell is this person? And why the sudden interest?”
He read the message again and felt a stirring inside his pants. It was a natural reaction. Ryan then abruptly pushed sexual thoughts aside. He knew nothing about this person. For all he knew she could be eighty years old. Or a man, not a woman.
Don’t get too excited yet, he chastised himself.
Whilst shoveling some food into his mouth he tried to figure out what to do next. An idea came to him.
Ryan typed in a web address on his keyboard and a few seconds later the home page for his company came up on screen. He knew all employees were listed on the company website. Even though he wasn’t sure it was someone at work, it was a good possibility and at least somewhere to start. The company he worked for was quite a large one, and he by no means knew everyone there. Only those in his department really.
‘M’ was most likely the initial of a first name, but could also be for a surname, so he scanned through all female employees whose first or last name started with M. When he was done he finished up with a list of seven possibilities, two of which had a small photo attached to the employee profile. He printed the list of possibilities.
One woman with a picture was named Mary Rogers. She looked to be in her fifties. Ryan recalled the second message, about loving older men. And since Mary was obviously older than he, Ryan crossed her off the list.
The second profile with a photo depicted a much younger woman, maybe mid-twenties and reasonably attractive. Madeline
He went inside to look for the first note. Not there. Must have left it in the car. After retrieving it from the passenger seat, Ryan went back outside and compared the handwriting of both notes. He was no expert, but they looked for all money to have been penned by the same hand. He didn’t recognize the handwriting.
He gulped down the rest of his coffee, which had gone tepid by now, and sat there staring at the messages.
Ryan wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Part of him was flattered and quite excited that he had a secret admirer of some sort. Another part of him was concerned he may have a stalker on his hands.
Was she dangerous? If it even was a she.
The handwriting looked feminine, but it may not be. All he had to go on so far was the letter M, and the fact that this person knew his name, his car and his address. They obviously knew way more about him than he did about them.
His stomach grumbled so he went back into the kitchen and searched the freezer for something to throw into the microwave. Under some steaks and sausages he discovered a frozen Thai dinner that consisted of green chicken curry and rice. He tossed it into the microwave and started it up, then stepped into the living room and switched his computer on. By the time Windows had fully loaded the microwave was beeping to announce dinner had been cooked.
The food was dumped onto a plate. He grabbed a fork from the drawer and took the steaming dish over to his desk. When he checked his emails he had his usual fair share of junk mail. After weeding that out, an email on the screen caught his eye.
“M” has sent you a message on Facebook.
He scooped some food into his mouth and clicked on the email to read it.
“I want to suck your big cock dry,” the message read.
Ryan choked on his food, chunks of rice spraying the LCD screen. He clicked on the link to the Facebook page and waited for it to load. Once the message screen had opened, he clicked through to M’s profile. The page unfolded before him. There was nothing on it. No picture, no profile details. Just the username and a note saying that the user only shares private information with friends.
“She obviously hasn’t added me as a friend then,” Ryan said and ate some more curry. “Who the hell is this person? And why the sudden interest?”
He read the message again and felt a stirring inside his pants. It was a natural reaction. Ryan then abruptly pushed sexual thoughts aside. He knew nothing about this person. For all he knew she could be eighty years old. Or a man, not a woman.
Don’t get too excited yet, he chastised himself.
Whilst shoveling some food into his mouth he tried to figure out what to do next. An idea came to him.
Ryan typed in a web address on his keyboard and a few seconds later the home page for his company came up on screen. He knew all employees were listed on the company website. Even though he wasn’t sure it was someone at work, it was a good possibility and at least somewhere to start. The company he worked for was quite a large one, and he by no means knew everyone there. Only those in his department really.
‘M’ was most likely the initial of a first name, but could also be for a surname, so he scanned through all female employees whose first or last name started with M. When he was done he finished up with a list of seven possibilities, two of which had a small photo attached to the employee profile. He printed the list of possibilities.
One woman with a picture was named Mary Rogers. She looked to be in her fifties. Ryan recalled the second message, about loving older men. And since Mary was obviously older than he, Ryan crossed her off the list.
The second profile with a photo depicted a much younger woman, maybe mid-twenties and reasonably attractive. Madeline
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