E-mails

I had three unread non-spam e-mails, one sent by Ro, one sent by mecenas and Wendy's. I sat there paralysed unable to decide which one to open first. Ro's was probably the safest one, so I choose it.


I'm really sorry about your loss, I know your brother was a great man and I hope I can catch you up soon to give you a hug. I heard about what happened at the graveyard and I really hope you are OK.
I know you may be feeling some really strong emotions at the moment, and I can just pray for you.
Love, Ro.


I had already hit Reply and was writing something on the lines of You silly wanker, you were there, you know it just a set-up when I actually reread the mail.
A hug?
PRAY?
There was no way that Ro had written that e-mail. That simply wasn't the way he talked, acted or thought. Great, I now had one more mystery to solve, and that was supposed to be the easy e-mail.
I starred it to check it later and moved on to the second one. I opened mecenas'.




Hope you've already met Emma. Will meet you tomorrow afternoon. Need to talk.
Don't sleep with Emma, she'll break you.


Well, at least this one seemed easier. I checked the sent time and saw that he had sent it while I was running away from Jet Li and Don Johnson. That meant that at least in a couple of hours I would have some questions answered. I pretended not to read the line about sleeping with his bodyguard.


Wendy's.
I took a deep breath.
I clicked.


I had a great time.
I really feel this could work.
A bad movie next!


I want to see you.
Does next Tuesday sound okay?
Couples day at Lem's.


<3<3<3<3<3 ;*


Fuck.


Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.


Haiku, there was no fucking way this girl could be so cute. She had to have been genetically engineered in some secret lab out at the desert. Like, really, asking me out using traditional Japanese poetry? How could I not love this girl?
At that moment, Emma came out of the shower, naked, and I lost my train of thought. She looked gorgeous, her skin was actually glistening, everyone of her muscles was elegant and fit perfectly with those that surround it. I couldn't help looking at her while she crossed the living room on her way to the bedroom and I realised she loved it.
She smiled at me from the bedroom door and blew me a kiss before closing it behind her. It took me a couple of minutes to recover, and I asked the closed door if I could check the TV while I waited. I couldn't really listen to what she said, but a glance at the computer screen made me realise that I shouldn't be thinking too hard or I would start regretting some things. I sat down and tried to guess which one would be the TV remote. It took me only a couple of tries until I turned it on. The familiar sound of morning news came in, with the familiar scene of the familiar police cars surrounding a familiar terrorist bomb site on a familiar street.
A familiar street?
I hadn't heard her, though she was only half dressed still, but Emma crashed on top of me and with an incredibly agile move had taken the remote and turned of the TV.
"What the?"
She smiled from her downwards position.
"Sorry, you weren't supposed to see that."
"Was that my house?" I almost screamed.
"Yeah, that's why I slept with you last night, I couldn't let you go home."
I couldn't get my mind around the concept that my house had been blown to bits.
"You could have told me!" I said.
"Well, I couldn't expect you to trust a stranger."
"But you expected me to sleep with a stranger?"
"Of course," she said. "You are a man after all."
"I want to go and see it," I said.
"No way, we need to get ready to see mecenas."
"No, my parents would be worried sick, everyone who watched the morning news... Wait, why the hell isn't my phone ringing?"
"Well," she said while she stood up. "We had it disconnected, of course. All of this is delicate secret stuff."
I was really angry at the moment. I checked that it was true, my cell was dead. I felt like breaking something and then I realised something.
"Why the hell did you let me check my e-mail then?"
"The computer's bugged, if you sent anything it wouldn't have been sent until we saw it, read it and edited it if necessary. Plus, that way we got to read your mail."
So much for trust. Who were these guys that saved my life and then spied on me?