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Codename: WOLF Chapter 2 -- The Note
Okay, I worked in the student government, ASG for short. It paid for school and I had a place for my stuff during my classes. I lived close enough that a car was just dumb. Anyways, I came in every day at 8am to get some work done before my first class at 10am.
This particular Wednesday, I didn't get in until 9:30am. I was really late. I had stayed up extra late reading my favorite erotica site, nifty.org. (Hey, I said this was based in truth, didn't I?), which made it especially hard to wake up the next morning. I don't do homework, so I didn't have much to worry about before my 10am class.
Adding intrigue to an already dull morning, there was an envelope on my desk. I never get mail, or even notes, unless someone wants to know where something is or how to do something rarely done, like the process for new student club constitution requests. I opened the note, thinking it was a like request. This is what it said:
Shane, I know you love to read. I know you love porn. I have prepared something for you. I hope you like it. I'll have it ready for you soon.
Since it was unsigned, I had no idea who it was from, duh. But, as far as I knew, nobody in the office knew about my obsession with porn or erotica. It was fairly obvious, given my position, that I loved to read, since I would read everything, whether it was required of me or not.
However, given the personal nature of this note, and my apathy for the post-9/11 mentality of the country, I opted to not take this as some kind of threat. I was intrigued. Not just because I was probably going to get something to read, or that it was some kind of erotica. I was still the first person in the office this morning, last as I was. I was also the last out last night at 7pm. There was no way anybody could have been in yet. Only the people who worked in here knew the door pass code.
I couldn't put much thought yet into it, I had to go to another boring lecture. I read the book, what more do they want??? I put the note in my bag and ran out the door, careful to turn out the lights and make it look as if I hadn't come in yet, even though my note was now gone.
It killed me that I had three classes right in a row. It killed me even more than none were a standard 50 minutes long. The nail in my coffin was that I had set my own schedule. I had no advisor to blame. I walked back into my office, grumbling about backwards grading systems and overuse of the Bell curve when Juli told me I had a letter.
I should stop here and explain. Juli is not short for Julia ^Ö Juli has the wrong body parts for it. Juli is short for Julio, but only the two Spanish speakers in the office called him that. Everyone else, including Juli pronounced it with a "J" sound, as American as you can get. I am adept at Spanish pronunciation, but I saw fit at the beginning of the year to call him Juli, teasing him for a name he hated. The joke was on me, cause it stuck and he liked it. Juli is half Mexican, half some kind of American. But mostly, he's all man, just not my type of man. He smokes, drinks and swears ^Ö why is it he gets so much more pussy than me????
As I was begging this question yet again in my mind, he shook me from my reverie.
"Shane, you got a letter. It was weird; the UPS guy delivered it to the office. He said he was to get it to you, but since you were in class for another 2 hours, I said I'd get to you. I guess I look trustworthy or something."
"Nah, he was just being lazy. I wouldn't trust you farther than I could throw you." We're equal in strength, give or take, but I'm bigger.
I took the letter and opened it. Despite his backlog of work, Juli was trying to read over my shoulder. "Dude, I gotta know what it says." I read one line and stuttered something about it being a personal letter, and walked out of the office.
It wasn't long, just a couple lines and a website:
Shane, I have everything ready for you. Make sure to leave a comment. Check back often.
http://codenamewolf.blogspot.com/
WOLF
Fearing a rant or worse, luscious porn, I decided to wait until I was at home to view the website.
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