It all started so innocently, but sometimes the biggest moments in your life start with the smallest events…
The email dropped into my mailbox about nine thirty on Tuesday night. I opened it, surprised to see that the email had been sent to a mailbox and email address I hadn’t used for ages.
To: Lexi911@yahoo.com Reply-To: mrbigshot69@gmail.com Re: Emergency Hey, is this Sexy Lexi? I got your email from John. I have a 9-1-1, and need your services. Big family dinner on Saturday at the ballroom, Cipriani Wall Street, and will be surrounded by family and business associates. John said you were really high class and brainy. In other words, not your usual escort. If you’re available, wear something amazing but conservative. John showed me the menu. I’ll take a standard date with no add-ons. The usual conditions apply. Cheers, MBS
“Oh, my God…” I was in awe that anyone could write an email like that. “It’s from – get this – Mr. Big Shot 69. You won’t believe what this jerk wrote.”
Candace, my BFF, my partner in crime and the one person who could talk me into almost anything, glanced over my shoulder and read it on the screen
"He thinks you're an escort and wants you to attend a family dinner? What kind of jerk invites an escort to a family dinner?"
"I don't know, but it's obviously someone who can't get a real date." I chewed a nail and considered. "Should I write him back?"
She smiled, an evil gleam in her eyes.
“Oh, my God…” I was in awe that anyone could write an email like that. “It’s from – get this – Mr. Big Shot 69. You won’t believe what this jerk wrote.”
Candace, my BFF, my partner in crime and the one person who could talk me into almost anything, glanced over my shoulder and read it on the screen
"He thinks you're an escort and wants you to attend a family dinner? What kind of jerk invites an escort to a family dinner?"
"I don't know, but it's obviously someone who can't get a real date." I chewed a nail and considered. "Should I write him back?"
She smiled, an evil gleam in her eyes.
