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Hit Reply by Rocki St. Claire - Fiction
What's worse than spam, more dangerous than cyber sex, and scarier than getting a computer virus? An Instant Message from the guy who got away ten years ago...
grayscale: amber fleece? is that you?
foreveramber: OMG. Am I dreaming?
grayscale: it's me, toots. amazing how many people this classreunion.com thing unearthed.
foreveramber: Sort of like worms.
What happens when a randomly accessed memory changes from a harmless Google to rekindled love? Someone has to draw the line between adultery and e-dultery...
Hey gorgeous. I'm back in the halls of the old workplace.
Just when I thought it was safe to go on line...
I think of you every time I pass the video closet...remember?
Sorry, Tom, I've gone down the mommy track and not even you can derail me. (I hope.)
Hit Reply is what happens when female friends turn to former lovers -- and each other -- to find fulfillment.
foreveramber: I'm 28, in advertising, single, and you know what I need the most?
wonderwoman: You need the strength of character to survive corporate politics, the confidence to believe in your inner beauty, and a trip to the Borghese counter.
foreveramber: Nah. I need a guy who looks like Brad Pitt.
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TO: email@example.com amber fleece
SUBJ: Confirm membership
DATE: Thursday 7/29 8:45 PM
Welcome to ClassReunion.com, your connection to the past! We have received your electronic payment and membership survey response and are pleased to inform you that you are now included with your high school graduating class on the most popular classmate finder site on the internet. Your listing will read:
Have fun finding old friends and rekindling old flames. If you have questions, visit the site and press "help" for email assistance.
TO: firstname.lastname@example.org stephanie hilliard
FROM: email@example.com amber fleece
SUBJ: I did it!!
DATE: Thursday 7/29 9:02 PM
Hey Stevie! Just got my confirmation from ClassReunion -- I did it! I joined. Took three glasses of wine and an effing degree in engineering to master that electronic payment business -- all for the privilege of sending one lousy email. It'll take me three more glasses of wine and forty-nine drafts, or it will be lousy. I only have one shot at Gray McDermott. I gotta make him remember the glorious experience of relieving me of my virginity on prom night ten years ago.
PS. How's the afterlife, my domestic princess? Haven't heard from you for a few days. IM me if you get online tonight.
firstname.lastname@example.org: email@example.com is sending you an Instant Message on Thursday 7/29 at 10:18 PM:
wonderwoman: Amber, are you still composing your email? Finally got the kids down. Are you there?
foreveramber: I am here. Merlot is nearly gone. But so is my brain and my nerve and my ability to type.
wonderwoman: Maybe you should let me preview your message to him -- I'm sure it will be wonderful, but sometimes a second set of eyes can help. Like when you first started at the agency and couldn't, well, you know, write.
foreveramber: She-devil. I could write. I just couldn't write as well as Madame Vice President Stevie Wonderwoman Walker. Hilliard. Whatever the hell name you use now. Are you still hyphenating?
wonderwoman: Oh, sure. No doubt it will carry a ton of weight when I apply for the coveted Kindergarten Room Mom position. BTW, you know what today is, don't you?
foreveramber: July 29 here. Whoo-wee! You are going to be 35 tomorrow. Happy Birthday Eve, Steverino. You are still gorgeous and women of all ages hate you.
wonderwoman: Thank you. It's easy for you to say that since you spent your last birthday at a Boston nightclub drinking raspberry flirtinis. I will spend the evening reading The Little Red Hen makes a Pizza and watching My Lover, My Stalker on Lifetime.
foreveramber: Brent still out of town?
wonderwoman: Till Saturday. Don't go there. So, what are you going to say to the one that got away?
foreveramber: Here's what I have so far: Hey stud, I've thought about you every day for the last ten years and I hope you're not married and still gorgeous, funny, and built to last for hours. Think he'll respond?
wonderwoman: That oughta get him to hit reply. With his...never mind.
foreveramber: And darla, his nevermind is something to revere, let me tell you. Speaking of gorgeous and built, remember you told me about a copywriter by the name of Tom Markoff who used to work at the agency before I got there? Well, guess who waltzed back into Millennia Marketing last week and...
Hit ReplyBy: Rocki St. Claire