“A friend?” her aunt said dubiously. “Sounded like one hell of a friend.”“Were we too loud?”“Loud? I’m surprised the neighbors didn’... call 911!”“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Pam said, blushing, then giggling. “I guess we got carried away.”“Yeah, it sounded like you had a hell of a good time with your ‘friend’. I could use a friend like that!”They laughed and sipped their coffees. Pam picked up a banana from the fruit bowl on the table and began to peel it.“Are you going to see him again soon?”“I don’t. * * * * *Weeks passed.Peter typed away at his computer as fast as his manicured nails wouldlet him. Half his mind was on autopilot, focusing on getting thedocuments his manager wanted. The other was listening idly to the newson the radio."...with no further information regarding Spider-Man's disappearance. Inother news, the costumed vigilante known simply as 'Pink' was sightedlast night once more in the vicinity of a bank robbery, presumed to haveapprehended the ones responsible when they were. So what you have decided wants to be my slave or will live a destitute life on street until I finally ends your miserable life painfully under my luxurious cars wheels he he he he,No I accept to be your slave replied the poor girl falling down on her mistress feet and start kissing toe tips of her expensive leather pumps."He he he he I always know that you were born to be my slave and now you officially don't exist for outside world any more all the traces of your existence are removed you are. He opened the message. It read:“My name is Gary. I am a black thirty nine year old business man from Marion, Ohio. I am divorced with two sons that I have custody of. Without being too long winded, I’d be interested in chatting with you both. If we click, we click. I understand the importance of that. More importantly I understand that I have to be on the good side of the husband as well as the wife. Hope to hear back from you.”“Wow...”! Kent said to himself. “A regular fucking message? No.