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A short story by David Segrove
Published by David Segrove at Smashwords
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MR. BROWN : May it please the court, I wish to read several excepts from the diary of Mr. Castillo in support of my contention.
THE COURT : Does the jury have a copy? Go ahead.
MR. BROWN : Thank you, Your Honor.
MR. DEVLIN : Do we have a copy of that?
MR. BROWN : It's in the second section.
THE COURT : Did you find it?
MR. DEVLIN : Yes, Your Honor. Sorry.
THE COURT : Proceed, Mr. Brown.
MR. BROWN : Thank you, Your Honor. I should mention that some of this language is offensive.
THE COURT: Noted.
MR. BROWN : From Tuesday, July seventh.
"I'm in love; or at the very least in lust! I don't know her name yet, but she lives over on Hayden. I think she's a student, but can't tell yet. Best of all, Diary, she lives alone on the first floor!
I saw her coming out of the library on my way home from the office. I swear, Diary, it was as though she stepped out of my fantasy - you know, the one about the slave girl - and walked past me. Blond hair, green eyes, legs to die for...dammit - got the urge again. Later!"
MR. BROWN : Thursday, July nine.
"Would you believe I got a written reprimand from H.R.? For downloading porn onto a company computer. I think the official terms was "misuse of company equipment". That smug bitch - I think you have to be a sociopath to work in H.R. - told me I was "lucky" that I wasn't fired on the spot. To add insult to injury I've got to attend a "compliance workshop" and I'm on "probation" for six months.
Shit shit shit! I guess the I.T. department was more in tune than I thought; and so much for that free downloaded disk clean piece of crap.
So, needless to say, I wasn't exactly in the best of moods when I got home yesterday, so I didn't feel like journaling. Didn't feel like going to see my new girlfriend either.
Then, of course, everyone in the office knew. "We'll keep this under wraps" is what that H.R. skank said. So, as soon as I arrived, I started getting sideways glances and people whispering around me. I did try and shrug it off as paranoia, but as the day went on it seem as though everyone who spoke to me wanted to shower as soon as they'd done so.
Fuck 'em.
Anyhow, I went by her apartment on my way home. She wasn't there. Boring."
MR. BROWN : From later the same day.
"OMG"
MR. BROWN : It is my understanding that the letters is an Internet abbreviation for "Oh My God".
MR. DEVLIN : Objection.
THE COURT : Sustained. Mr. Brown, please refrain from interpreting the writer's meaning and stick to the text verbatim.
MR. BROWN : Yes, Your Honor.
THE COURT : The jury will ignore the counselor's comments. Proceed, Counsel.
MR. BROWN : Yes, Your Honor. Continuing from the same page.
"I've seen her naked and she's got a body to kill for!
Her name is Julie Benson and she is a student. She's twenty. I saw her take out the trash this morning, so I slipped over to her garbage can...quick look around...and presto! One bag of trash to go!
Most of it's crap. Looks like she eats a lot of those healthy meal things and yogurts. I found a letter to her from the college. She's in her third year and majoring in Psychology. I wonder if she'd let me lie on her couch?"
MR. BROWN : The last sentence is followed by an Internet smiley-face."
MR. DEVLIN : Objection.
THE COURT : Overruled.
MR. DEVLIN : But he's interpreting.
THE COURT : I think the jury understands, or can ascertain, what these symbols mean. Mr. Brown.
MR. BROWN : Yes, Your Honor.
"She's also financially quite well off, at least from what I could tell from the bank statement, though it was ripped up and covered in shit from the trash.
Oh, and she uses tampons.
But the best thing is what happened right after I did my little "snatch and grab". It was still pretty early, so I went around the back of the apartment complex. Her blinds were just open enough that I could see a bit, but there she was and I couldn't have timed it better. She took off her t-shirt and - I swear, I almost came in my pants. I might have taken care of business, except some old fucker with a dog came around the corner so I had to come home.
After the last couple of shitty days at work, this more than makes up for it!"
MR. BROWN : Saturday, July eleventh.
"She knows I'm watching her...and she likes it! Have I hit the jackpot or what?
No, Diary, I'm not misinterpreting the signs either.
After I finished surfing last night, around eleven, I got bored. So I went over to see my Julie. Her bedroom light was on and the blinds were open a little more than they were yesterday.
I swear, it was like she was waiting for me.
She was lying on her bed - that how open the blinds were - I could see the whole fucking room! She was wearing a bra and panties and while I watched - took the bra off."
MR. DEVLIN : Where is this going, Your Honor?
THE COURT : Mr. Brown?
MR. BROWN : I'm trying to demonstrate that Ms. Benson was leading Mr. Castillo on.
MR. DEVLIN : But this supports the suggestion that Ms. Benson was in her own room, in the privacy of her own home and Mr. Castillo was acting as a Peeping Tom.
MR. BROWN : Agreed, but I am trying to demonstrate that this relationship was not just that of voyeur and victim.
THE COURT : Sustained.
MR. BROWN : Your Honor. A smiley-face follows the last sentence.
"Woohoo!
It gets better.
She slipped off her panties in the sexiest way you could imagine. It wasn't just like she took them off, she took her time, Diary. Then she tossed them towards me at the window.
I swear!
I started taking care of business and she was doing the same. It was amazing. It was like watching a porn flick. She was touching herself softly...pinching her nipples...slipping her hand down between her legs...
Gotta go. Can't type with one hand."
MR. BROWN : Sunday July twelfth.
"Slept in late.
Got up. Found I was out of underwear again. I wish I could just remember to do laundry! I hate it. These shorts are beginning to smell. I'll need to shower before I go to work tomorrow. Wouldn't want to add to my problems there, would?
Julie was out all day. She didn't get home until nine. I wonder where she went? She was wearing light blue jeans and sneakers, with a loose t-shirt. She's one of those people who doesn't have to try to look pretty.
I love her hair when she puts it up like that, with a clip. It's kinda messy, but incredibly sexy.
The blinds were closed all the way too."
MR. BROWN : Sad-faced smiley.
"Probably a good thing anyway because I had to do laundry, except I found I'd run out of powder. So I had to do washing without powder. It looks more or less clean. I was hoping the dryer sheets might make it smell nicer. Guess we'll see tomorrow."
MR. BROWN : Monday July thirteenth.
"Another visit from the H.R. skank today about my "personal hygiene". If I ever find out who complained, I will kill them.
Skank asked me if I was having "problems at home". She was smug, but trying to act concerned. It was a bit like watching a bulldog chew a wasp. She is an ugly old bitch. She wears a wedding ring, but I think it's for show. I couldn't imagine her married to anyone...except maybe she's a lesbian...and married to another fat old cow. Gross.
On the plus side, I was sent home early.
I need to find another job. I don't think this whole office thing is working out.
I went over to Julie's this afternoon and sat in my spot. It's cool, Diary, I can see everything without being seen. I pretend that I'm on a recon mission or something. It helps pass the time.
Didn't see her before I left. Going back later to see if she's in."
MR. BROWN : Tuesday July fourteenth.
"Birthday"
MR. BROWN : Smiley-face.
"Got two cards in the mail. One was from Mom. Picture of a clown with a balloon. The kind of card you'd give a three year old. She just wrote "Mom" inside it. Not one to waste words.