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Kline. She fit the profile with what small amount of information he had to go on, so Madeline remained on the list.
    He scanned the remaining five profiles. There wasn’t enough information there to eliminate anyone else. The profiles didn’t give away personal statistics such as age, and without photographs to try and determine ages, he couldn’t cross any of them off as being obviously too old to prefer ‘older men’. And none of the remaining six people directly worked in his department; although the various departments in the company did interact from time to time..
    As he sat there and finished his meager meal, a nag screen popped up on his monitor, informing him that he’d received a new email. Ryan’s heart beat a little faster as he checked the email message. It was another Facebook message from M. He read it.
    “I am so wet and horny right now. I wish you were here to fill my pussy with your hard cock. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
    Again his dick stirred in his pants. He had no control over that.
    “If you want to fuck me,” he said to the computer, “why don’t you reveal yourself and let’s get it on?”
    Another Facebook message.
    “I’m going to take your meaty cock down my throat and suck the cum from your balls.”
    This message made Ryan’s cock go rock hard in a matter of seconds. It had been a while since he’d last had sex, and with the build up due to months of abstinence, it didn’t take much to get him fully aroused.
    She may not wish to reveal herself just yet, but she certainly wasn’t shy in saying what she wanted, thought Ryan. And quite graphic about it too.
    For the next few hours Ryan watched television, periodically checking his computer for any new messages from M. After a shower he was just about ready for bed. One last check of his emails revealed no new messages. That was it for tonight by the look of it.
    *  *  *
    It was Friday morning. Ryan pulled his BMW to a stop in the car park at work and got out. As he always did, he checked his reflection in the driver’s door window, making sure his hair was in place and his damned tie was straight. When all was in order he made his way toward the office building.
    He casually glanced around as he strode across the parking lot. When he reached the top of the stairs that led to the building’s entrance, he paused and looked back toward his car. No one was lurking around it, about to insidiously place a note on his windshield. When he saw nothing of interest he stepped inside.
    Ryan said hello to the receptionist, Natalie, a bubbly young blonde of about nineteen or twenty.
    M not N, he thought to himself when the possibility of it being Natalie sprang to mind. Maybe he just wished it was her? She certainly was cute.
    After making his mandatory coffee in the kitchen, he went to his office, sat at his desk, turned his computer on and scanned today’s appointments while waiting for the machine to boot up.
    The very first appointment on the list caught his eye immediately. It was a woman. Her name was Melanie Mitchell.
    M and M. Could it be her?
    Melanie was due to be in his office in half an hour. Would there be any real way of determining if she was the one sending him the messages? Should he just ask her straight up? No, can’t do that. It’s probably not even her. He’d seem like a freak, not to mention extremely unprofessional.
    Ryan swallowed some coffee and checked his emails. Another Facebook message, again from M.
    “I’m watching you, handsome,” was all it said.
    Ryan instinctively looked up from his monitor and scanned the nearby hallways and offices through the huge glass windows that encased his office. A few men and women were either milling around, or sitting at their desks concentrating on various tasks. Nobody was looking his way. No one paid him any mind.
    “I feel like I’m getting paranoid,” he whispered to himself. He still wasn’t sure whether to be excited by the attention, or concerned.
    He