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	You've Got Mail
	by Ann Douglas
    (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


Part Two

	 Noemi was actually looking forward
to Monday night and the chance to chat
with her new friend.  She was equally
curious to try cyber again, wondering if
the second time would be as much fun as
the first or had it just been the novelty of
it all?
	Mondays were usually a hectic day
at the store with a lot of deliveries being
made.  Yet despite that, she found herself
spending a considerable amount of time
refining her cyber-technique.  Even to the
point of creating erotic lingerie in her
mind for her to wear.  Her heart jumped a
beat when she logged on that night and
saw the handle JonD1982 on the Friend
List, which she had finally figured out how
to use.
	By the time she logged off almost
two hours later, she knew that first time
had been no fluke.  If anything, it was only
a harbinger of what was to come.
	Monday night's performance was
even surpassed by Thursday's, by which
time even Noemi admitted she was hooked.
In their private chats, she found herself
sharing fantasies with the eighteen year
old so secret that she'd never even told
them to her closet friend.
	After their play session the
following Monday, Noemi remembered Jon
saying that Friday was his birthday.  From
her explorations of AOL, she knew she
could send him an on-line card, but felt she
wanted to do something special for her
young cyber-lover.
	She thought about it the rest of
the night and for most of the next day.
Stopping off at the drug store across
from Food King on the way home, the
perfect gift came to her.
	Where as many stores had pay per
use photocopy machines, the drug store
had recently added a pay per use computer
scanner.  The type of thing that you could
use to copy a photograph to send online.
	Noemi had seen a few of the nude
pics that people traded online and knew
she could never take a picture like that.
What she had in mind was a photo of her
in the sort of outfit Jon seemed to so
delight in having her describe as being
what she was wearing.
	Over the years, the thirty-six year
old had collected a few pieces of lingerie
that would perfectly fit the bill.  It had
been a while since she had worn any of it,
Jim and her previous boyfriend both being
the type that preferred her getting nude
and into it without many preliminaries.
	Buying a pack of Polaroid film for
her old camera, Noemi hurried home to
make the present.

	After taking a shower and washing
her hair, Noemi set up her instant camera
on a tripod and set up the backdrop she
wanted.  This would be better with one of
those new digital cameras she told herself,
but the cost of something like that was
not going to be found in her budget.
Especially for a one shot deal like this.
	The stage set, the nude woman
stepped over to her bed where she had
laid out her three best sets of lingerie.
There had been a fourth set, but to her
frustration she found that it no longer fit.
	"Which shall it be?"  she asked
herself as she looked from left to right.
	The first was a one-piece black lace
teddy with an open bust and crotch.  It
had been a Valentine's gift from an old
love who couldn't get enough of her
breasts.  Next came a white bustier with
garters,  matching stockings and a
g-string.  The last was similar to number
two, but red and strapless with a full
garterbelt.
	Holding each garment up in front of
her in the mirror, Noemi decided to go
with the red.  She had always liked the
way in looked against her lightly browned
skin.  It took only a minute to put the
winning outfit on, and she stood in front of
the mirror checking her appearance.
	"Not bad," Noemi smiled as she
slowly turned around so she could see
herself from all angles.  "not bad at all."
	Let those men who though of her as
chunky or simply fat chase after skinny
models, she told herself.  A real man
recognized the value of having a woman
with a little meat on her bones.  Someone
you could really curl up against and feel
warm with on a cold night.
	"What was it that Jon had used to
describe me in his lovely note?"  the full
figured woman asked herself as she
checked her camera set up one last time
before pressing the timer.  "Oh yes, now I
remember.  Rubenesque.  I like that."

	It took another twenty minutes for
Noemi to use up the ten pictures in the
film pack.  Pouring herself a small drink,
she spread them out on the kitchenette
table and tried to decide which one was
best.  Two she discarded right away as her
face was much too visible in them.  She
didn't mind sharing a revealing portrait of
her body, but her face was definitely a
different matter.
	Three more she tossed as just bad
photographs, which left five.  Going back
and forth, she finally chose the one she
would send to Jon.  It showed her body at
its best she thought and her face had just
enough shadow as to be unrecognizable.
	Pleased with herself, she even wore
her sexy outfit to bed.  An act that
produced several fun filled if short
dreams.  In the morning she would find
that her panties were decidedly stained.

	During her lunch break the next
day, Noemi stopped by the drug store to
scan her picture.  She picked that time of
day because she knew from past
experience that the girl who worked the
photo counter, where the scanner was
located in front of, went to lunch at the
same time.  Sliding the photograph from
the manila envelope to under the machine
cover, Noemi deposited her coins in the
front and waited for the machine to scan
it.  Only nothing happened.
	Bending over, she checked the coin
return to see if any of them had been
rejected.  None had.  Then she tried
pressing some of the buttons on top, still
nothing happened.

	"Are you having a problem?"  a voice
said from behind Noemi.
	Turning around, Noemi faced a tall
twenty something brunette with waist
length hair.  In her hands she was holding
a paper bag from the local Burger Barn.
	"Need help?"  asked the girl whose
nametag identified her as Kathy.
	"I wouldn't want to interrupt your
lunch,"  Noemi replied.  "Your burger will
get cold."
	"Nah, it's only a salad,"  Kathy
replied as she stepped past the older
woman to the scanner.  "Besides, this
should only take a minute."  she added as
she checked the machine.
	Before Noemi could think of
another objection, Kathy lifted her head
up from the scanner and said, "I knew it
had to be something simple."
	Noemi gave silent thanks that the
girl had found whatever the problem was
without having to lift the cover and look at
the photograph she was trying to scan.
Kathy explained that even though Noemi
had put a floppy disk into the machine to
store the image, she had inadvertently
left the scanner on print mode and it since
it was out of paper, it wouldn't work.
	"Here we go,"  Kathy said as she
pressed the right buttons and the scanner
began to hum.
	The small blue and red lights on the
console flashed back and forth for a few
seconds, then the dark green one where
Noemi had inserted her disk.  Then they
all went dark.
	"All done,"  Kathy smiled as she
popped the disk and handed it to Noemi.
	"Thank you,"  Noemi said as she took
it in hand.
	Before the redhead realized it,
Kathy also picked up the hood cover of the
scanner and picked up the Polaroid print to
hand back to Noemi as well.  In lifting it,
she had turned it as to get a clear view of
the image on it.
	With no reaction other than a warm
smile, Kathy handed the photograph back
to Noemi.  As soon as it was in her hand,
she put both it and the disk back into her
envelope.
	"If you need anything else scanned,"
Kathy said in a low voice that only Noemi
could hear,  "just bring it over when I'm
not out to lunch.  I'll make sure you don't
have any problems with it."
	Noemi thanked her and quickly left
the store.  As she crossed the street back
to the Food King, she wondered if Kathy
had ever used the machine to scan a
picture of herself.  A picture that she
might not have wanted anyone else to see.

	Noemi waited with not a small
measure of anticipation the next night for
Jon to sign on.  Friday was his birthday
and she wanted him to have the picture
before then.  A smile filled her face when
the PC beeped as his name appeared on her
Friend List.

Grocery Girl:     Good Evening

JonD1982:    Hi  :)

Grocery Girl:     How was your day?

JonD1982:    It was okay.  Trying to get all
my work done so I can go out tomorrow
night for my birthday.

Grocery Girl:     Speaking of which, I have
a surprise for you.

JonD1982:    Oh Oh ...

Grocery Girl:     Why Oh Oh?

JonD1982:   The last time a woman I had
been chatting with told me that she had a
surprise for me, it turned out that she was
a guy.

	Noemi was stunned.  She had heard
that some men logged on with women's
names but hadn't really thought about it.
After all, she hadn't even tried to chat
with any other women online.  She could
only imagine the embarrassment Jon
must've felt when "that woman" told him
the truth.
	By chat, Jon had undoubtedly meant
cyber-sex.  He must've been crushed to
learn that the woman he was jerking off to
was really another man.

JonD1982:    You're not going to tell me
that, are you?

Grocery Girl:     No, nothing like that.  :)
Hold on a minute.

	Noemi uploaded the disk and
attached it to an email.  She had practiced
sending it to herself earlier, just to make
sure she got it right.

JonD1982:    Oh God!!!!

Grocery Girl:     I hope you like it.

JonD1982:    Like it?  I love it.  You're so
beautiful!

Grocery Girl:     Liar!  But thank you
anyway.  Happy Birthday.  :)

JonD1982:   This has got to be the best
present anyone is going to give me.

Grocery Girl:     Well let's see if I can give
you another present to go with it.  Why
don't you relax and let me do the typing.

	With a wicked grin on her face,
Noemi's fingers raced across the
keyboard, creating a vision of what she
would like to do to Jon on his birthday.
When she had finished, there was a long
pause before any response appeared on
the screen.

JonD1982:    That was the best yet.  I
split the screen and had your picture on
one side and your words on the other.

Grocery Girl:     I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Happy Birthday once more.

JonD1982:    The way you were typing, you
couldn't have done that one handed.

Grocery Girl:     No, I had to use both,
why?

JonD1982:   Then you didn't...

Grocery Girl:     That's okay.  Next time
we'll worry about that.  Tonight was your
night.

JonD1982:    Thanks ...  For both my gifts.

	After they signed off, Noemi had a
small snack before heading to bed.  She
began thinking about Jon's story of the
man who had been presenting himself as a
woman.  It made her realize that she
should be more careful about taking things
at face value online.
	Then it even occurred to her that
Jon could be a fake just as easily.  Not a
woman playing a man of course, not that
something like that couldn't happen.  He
could just as easily be a man her age or
older paying a teenager.
	"Well either way, it's all just a game
anyway,"  she told herself as she crawled
into bed.  "It's not like it was real life or
anything."
	Just before she closed her eyes,
she wondered if she should try and get
Jon to send her a picture.

	The weekend came and instead of
spending part of it with Jim, Noemi took a
drive upstate to talk to an old friend about
a possible new job.  They were looking for
a manager for a new mega-market up in
Wilsonville and her friend had suggested
that she come up and be interviewed.
	Carl Miller was the regional director
of the chain and had even arranged for her
to be interviewed on the weekend as not to
interfere with her job at Food King. They
had met at a seminar the previous year,
sharing a few drinks and his bed. Noemi
had made it clear that if she did interview
for the job it would be on her merits and
not her bedroom skills.  Carl had assured
her that was definitely the case and she
had believed him.  He could easily find a
bedmate, but good store managers where
hard to find.
	The chance to advance and start a
new life appealed to Noemi.  Her life had
fallen into a rut.  She had taken the job at
the Food King shortly after her divorce,
planning to have it just until she got her
life reorganized.  One year followed the
other and before she realized it, almost
eight years had passed.
	The interview went very well and
Carl told her that while he had to
interview two more candidates during the
week, he felt that she was the most
qualified.  He further proved that it was
on a professional level that he was
interested in her when, despite that she
was spending the night at a local motel at
their expense, the regional director made
no attempt to share her bed.

	Driving home the next day, Noemi
was very glad she had spent the night at
the motel and got a good night sleep.  The
trip up here had been relatively smooth
but the one southbound was a nightmare.
There was a major accident twenty miles
ahead, some kind of toxic spill that
brought traffic to a standstill and turned
what should've been an easy two-hour
drive into a five-hour crawl.
	After two detours that really didn't
make the trip any faster, Noemi was
finally back on the Interstate and past
the obstruction.  She had lunch just
before she left Wilsonville but would kill
right now for a cup of coffee.  At the very
next exit, she turned into the service area
and headed for the Twenty-Four & Seven
in it.

	Pouring herself a cup of coffee from
the self serve counter and picking out a
still fresh piece of Danish, Noemi paused
at the large post it board near the counter
and read a few of the notices.  By their
very nature, it showed the area to be very
different from the city.  It would be
something she would have to get used to if
she moved up here.
	"Let's not get too far ahead of
yourself girl,"  she told herself.  "You
don't have that job yet."

	"Hey Jon, cover for me a few
minutes,"  the tall sandy haired teen
behind the counter called out to his fellow
worker who was sweeping out one of the
aisles,  "I need to take a personal."
	Noemi's eyes shot up at the sound
of the other young man's name.  She was
almost afraid to look.  It was too much of
a coincidence.  There had to be a hundred
kids named John who worked at these
stores.
	Stepping up to the counter, she
almost dropped her coffee when she
looked and saw the small name tag that
said Jonathan.  How many Jonathans could
there be?

	"Will there be anything else,"  the
young man smiled as he put her coffee and
Danish in a bag.
	"God, he is so cute,"  Noemi thought
as she looked at him.  "Could it really be
him?"
	"Ma'am?"  Jon asked again, not
realizing that the woman was staring at
him.
	"I was wondering if you had any
birthday cards?"  she asked with a sudden
inspiration.  "I have a friend who had a
birthday the other day and I'd like to get
him one."
	"No kidding,"  Jon laughed.  "My
birthday was Friday.  I'm afraid that we
don't have cards though."
	"That's okay,"  Noemi smiled, "I'm
sure he was happy with what I did give
him."
	"Well you have a safe trip,"  Jon
said as she paid for her purchases and he
gave her change.
	"Oh, by the way,"  Noemi said as she
stopped and turned back in his direction.
"Happy Birthday."
	"Thanks,"  Jon grinned.

	"Oh God!"  Noemi exclaimed as she
sat back in her car.  "I can't believe that
was really him."
	The urge to go back and find out for
sure, telling him who she was, was almost
irresistible.  Knowing that if she stayed
here any longer she would do just that, the
thirty-six year old put the car into gear
and turned back on the Interstate.

	All the rest of the drive home,
Noemi couldn't get Jonathan out of her
head.  Memories of the fantasies they had
shared replayed in her mind, this time with
a live person replacing the imaginary one.
When she finally reached home, she found
she needed a change of underwear.



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