Part 4
Jack sits at his computer admiring his collection of Samantha pictures. He pets one of them, when he gets an alert of an email. He wonders who on earth would want to take him away from his beloved Sam. Not many people know that email address, so it is probably some Spam mail. It won't hurt him to check it out. He will later. He needs to check on something. He peeks around his computer."Sharon? You aren't touching anything right?" He yells, his voice deep, and with an abusive tinge to it. Sharon is getting annoying to him, and he does not need her going through his stuff.
Sharon who had been spinning a knife on the floor besides her, takes her hand off the knife. "Oh, course, I am not baby, I am being good." She painted red lips frown. She wants to do something, she is bored, and Jack has been sitting at his computer for hours now. "Are you almost finished, I want to do something."
"We will do something, later." Jack clicks into his email. He smiles, it is a new listing posted on one of the bulletin boards he is subscribed to. A stalker list, he had subscribed to for laughs.All the stalkers on the list, besides himself, were very unprofessional and would get caught eventually. Jack on the other hand would get caught only when he wanted to. The other stalkers were stupid, and did things like put their addresses on their webpages, as well as the name of their victim, which Jack found extremelly hysterical, they were so stupid. They were amateurs, and they could never expect to move beyond that, with things like that. He wonders what this person had to say. The name in parenthese said Green Falcon, he had seen that name before but for a different email address. He looks at the url for the site. www.fraley.com. He smiles. One of Sam's co-workers has a stalker, that is where he had seen the name before, when he had hacked into Fraley's computer. It was his email name. He clicks on the site. He is greeted by a picture of George, it had ripped so it was only him. Jack knew the picture well. It was the group shot at a Vctf picnic, that had been held right before Thanksgiving. He had a copy of it as well, two in fact, only one did he really care about though, the one where he had stripped the picture of nothing but Sam. This entrance did not impress him, those pictures were fairly easy to obtain. He wants to see what else this little amateur has done. He hopes the stalker is female because that would highly amuse him.
He clicks on the picture. He is greeted by a little white mouse. "Welcome to George Fraley's world." It says in a metallic voice. Jack chuckles. "How Pathethic." An index pops up. He scans the choices. Fotos of Fraley, Mouse's house,The fantastic world of Mr. Fraley , Mouse squeaks,A Computer Geek's work enviroment, The Fradley Cam, Who is George Fraley. This delights him extremelly, it is so pathethic. He clicks on the first listing. Fotos of Fradley. It takes him to a picture of George in the shower, a caption below reads, click on the mighty stick to enter the gallery. He laughs. He clicks where he is told. There are only about tweleve pictures in the gallery, George staring at his computer, a very blurry one of him leaving the VCTF building on a raining day, and more shower pictures, and other assorted junky, and badly taken photographs. Then one catches his eye at the bottom. It is Samantha laughing and George sitting with her.They are eating ice cream, at a little place near the VCTF building. There is a box underneath it. Jack waves his mouse under it, a caption pops up that reads, for twenty nine ninty five you can be let into more pictures of George, better quality pictures, some with his coworkers.Jack clicks on the box, he will never be charged for it by that little prick. He finds several listings, one states George and the tramp Samantha Waters. This does not make Jack happy. He clicks out of the website, and copies the email address for this stalker.
He goes to a search engine, and pastes the address, it takes him to the name Rich Warren. "Well, Rich Warren, you are going to regret ever calling Sam that." He mutters to himself, and begins to scan files for Rich Warren.
(more to come)
Jack sits at his computer admiring his collection of Samantha pictures. He pets one of them, when he gets an alert of an email. He wonders who on earth would want to take him away from his beloved Sam. Not many people know that email address, so it is probably some Spam mail. It won't hurt him to check it out. He will later. He needs to check on something. He peeks around his computer."Sharon? You aren't touching anything right?" He yells, his voice deep, and with an abusive tinge to it. Sharon is getting annoying to him, and he does not need her going through his stuff.
Sharon who had been spinning a knife on the floor besides her, takes her hand off the knife. "Oh, course, I am not baby, I am being good." She painted red lips frown. She wants to do something, she is bored, and Jack has been sitting at his computer for hours now. "Are you almost finished, I want to do something."
"We will do something, later." Jack clicks into his email. He smiles, it is a new listing posted on one of the bulletin boards he is subscribed to. A stalker list, he had subscribed to for laughs.All the stalkers on the list, besides himself, were very unprofessional and would get caught eventually. Jack on the other hand would get caught only when he wanted to. The other stalkers were stupid, and did things like put their addresses on their webpages, as well as the name of their victim, which Jack found extremelly hysterical, they were so stupid. They were amateurs, and they could never expect to move beyond that, with things like that. He wonders what this person had to say. The name in parenthese said Green Falcon, he had seen that name before but for a different email address. He looks at the url for the site. www.fraley.com. He smiles. One of Sam's co-workers has a stalker, that is where he had seen the name before, when he had hacked into Fraley's computer. It was his email name. He clicks on the site. He is greeted by a picture of George, it had ripped so it was only him. Jack knew the picture well. It was the group shot at a Vctf picnic, that had been held right before Thanksgiving. He had a copy of it as well, two in fact, only one did he really care about though, the one where he had stripped the picture of nothing but Sam. This entrance did not impress him, those pictures were fairly easy to obtain. He wants to see what else this little amateur has done. He hopes the stalker is female because that would highly amuse him.
He clicks on the picture. He is greeted by a little white mouse. "Welcome to George Fraley's world." It says in a metallic voice. Jack chuckles. "How Pathethic." An index pops up. He scans the choices. Fotos of Fraley, Mouse's house,The fantastic world of Mr. Fraley , Mouse squeaks,A Computer Geek's work enviroment, The Fradley Cam, Who is George Fraley. This delights him extremelly, it is so pathethic. He clicks on the first listing. Fotos of Fradley. It takes him to a picture of George in the shower, a caption below reads, click on the mighty stick to enter the gallery. He laughs. He clicks where he is told. There are only about tweleve pictures in the gallery, George staring at his computer, a very blurry one of him leaving the VCTF building on a raining day, and more shower pictures, and other assorted junky, and badly taken photographs. Then one catches his eye at the bottom. It is Samantha laughing and George sitting with her.They are eating ice cream, at a little place near the VCTF building. There is a box underneath it. Jack waves his mouse under it, a caption pops up that reads, for twenty nine ninty five you can be let into more pictures of George, better quality pictures, some with his coworkers.Jack clicks on the box, he will never be charged for it by that little prick. He finds several listings, one states George and the tramp Samantha Waters. This does not make Jack happy. He clicks out of the website, and copies the email address for this stalker.
He goes to a search engine, and pastes the address, it takes him to the name Rich Warren. "Well, Rich Warren, you are going to regret ever calling Sam that." He mutters to himself, and begins to scan files for Rich Warren.
(more to come)