I’ll get back to Attitude’s recent mischief in a moment, but since I haven’t talked about my life here in a good while, I should probably recap the last few months for your benefit.
I’m still working as a freelance writer, usually from home. Sometimes, I go in coffee shops, just so I can see people. Minx occasionally joins me and plays pranks on unsuspecting customers (usually minor stuff, like embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions).
I’m not dating anyone. After gaining faerie sight, it became pretty easy to pick up girls. It was a great boost to my self-confidence. I realized, however, that I was headed down a very slippery slope, morally speaking. Minx didn’t really understand why my problem was, but she helped me tune out the ability so that I don’t really notice sexual arousal unless I deliberately want to see it.
I dated Fredrika for a while, but it didn’t work out. I’ve come to realize I like girls with strong, bold personalities, and Fredrika was a bit too much of a wallflower for my taste.
Brooke and Meghan are still together. They share an apartment near the Old Port. It’s pretty posh.
I have no clue where Mandy is gone. She’s still MIA.
But now, back to the recent events. More specifically, let’s talk about Blog, that entity that had “invaded” my electronic space. It looked like something living in the cloud, in the vicinity of my website. It’s been wiped clean now, but it’s been keeping busy for the last year and change. Keeping busy doing what, you ask? Keeping busy maintaining a relationship with Morgan, of all people!
So here’s what happened (again, put together from my conversations with Minx and Attitude): Blog kept electronic contact with Morgan, my former sexy MILF of a boss. It went as far as impersonating me (video and audio) through Skype conversations. I’ve found the logs of those conversations, too. For some reason, Blog seemed to enjoy recording them. It seems to have learned a lot about me over time and did a very credible model of my appearance. And for reasons that are still beyond me at this time, it preyed on Morgan’s weird attraction to me, and had her do all sorts of very sexual things for the camera. (Seriously, I know people who’d PAY to see what she did.)
But that stuff isn’t the important (or most interesting) part of what happened. Blog’s logs have allowed me to find Morgan’s electronic contact info. So last night, I contacted her. I didn’t let on that I wasn’t the copy of myself (and I realize how weird this sounds as I write it), just to avoid alarming her. I’m still not sure what happened to her, but I want to find out. She’s in town, but didn’t want to tell me where she lives. We’ve agreed to meet in person. This surprised her a little, apparently because “I’ve” repeatedly refused to do it in the last year, but she was thrilled that I’d changed my mind. (From the way she talked, she’s way deeper into this relationship than I am, and I have to be careful about what I say and do, if I don’t want to spook her.)
So we’re meeting tomorrow night at some bar, the Cherry Pick. I’ll tell you more about it after I’ve meet her. Maybe this will be an opportunity to catch that Hobo that’s been torturing her…
–Jaycee