Doing A Carol 19
Dear Diary.
It’s Wednesday lunchtime and I’m back at work in my Essex boutique when I recieve this random WhatsApp message.
Ping. ‘Hi.’
Now who’s this? ‘Hello.’ I replied as I don’t recognise this number. It could be a customer who has found my details online, so best to answer back.
‘Hello. This is Steve, Michael’s friend from his work. I hope you don’t mind but he’s given me your number as an emergency if I can’t catch him or Sara.’
‘Oh. OK.’ That’s a bit odd.
Ping. ‘Thanks. Have you heard from either of them today?’
‘No I haven’t. Sorry. I think Sara is on one of her retreats this week.’
Sara often goes on some sort of self help or a wellbeing course. Though I can’t remember which one it was this time. She did tell me as she wanted me to go, but I said I was too busy with work, which I am.
And anyway, I’m not going to say if I had heard from them to a complete stranger, am I? He could be some sort of nutter, even if Michael has mentioned him on several occasions.
Ping. ‘Again, sorry to bother you. If you do hear from Michael as he’s not answering his phone, can you tell him I’m looking for him. It’s not that important. Just a work thing that I need his advice on.’
‘Yes, will do. Have you called his house number?’
Ping. ‘Yes, but their answer machine is on.’
Typical. I can never get through to them on their landline either.
‘Oh. Michael and Sara must be somewhere with a poor connection. That’s all can think of.’
Ping. ‘I never thought of that.’
‘I’ll message them both now and tell them that you’re looking for them.’
Ping. ‘Thanks. If you can, just message Michael as it’s work related. I dont think Sara would care about garage talk, would she?’
‘No, I suppose not.’
Ping. ‘Thanks.’
I then put my phone down and carried on dressing one of our dummies with our new range of lingerie. I must admit, the outfit looks much better on a body than in the picture on the packaging.
Five minutes later I get another ping.
It’s from Steve. I should save his number, just in case he needs help.
Ping. ‘Are you having a good day?’
Ooh. The conversation has changed.
‘Yes thank you. And you?’ Better sound polite and professional.
Ping. ‘Yes, all good. Working hard.’
‘Me too.’
Ping. ‘Ah right. I best leave you to it.’
‘That’s kind of you. Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome. Catch you again. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Well, that was random, wasn’t it? It was as though he wanted to chat.
If I wasn’t so busy I could have spared a few more minutes.
Now my curiosity as awakened as I had finished with the dummy and stood her on a small plinth and needed something to do whilst no one was in the shop.
Have I met Steve before? I don’t think so. I know Michael has often spoken about him and his poker nights or him covering for Michael. Is this one of those times? Are they trying to work out a story together to mislead Sara?
Dying to see what this mysterious Steve looks like, I decided to do some sleuthing. So I did.
My first port of call was to check out Michael’s Facebook page to see if Steve was on there. In fact there were two Steve’s, one from Norfolk and one from Surrey.
Ah, the latter one must be him, I thought.
I clicked on his profile and there he was.
Steve, age 30, black, single and handsome. That’s a good start.
I delved further.
He works as a mechanic and a manger at a Surrey garage. Yes I already knew that.
He is 6 foot 2, a gym bunny and by the cut of his trousers, he looks very, very well endowed.
I scrolled down his page and it just had the bog standard stuff on there with some nice holiday snaps of him, nights out with the lads and a few pictures of him in a pair of skimpy shorts. Nice.
Mmm. That gave me an idea. A naughty idea.
It was time to put on my Miss Marple hat and see if Steve has been up to no good, just like Michael.
So having acertained his surname on Michael’s Facebook profile, I went in search for Steve.
With a freshly brewed cup of tea in hand, I then did a Google search on him where his name came up for various work related websites and other social media sites, so obviously I checked them out too.
At the same time, I thought I’d do an image search on him and I came up with some interesting stuff. Very interesting.
Along with his Facebook and Instagram images that I’ve already seen, a picture popped up showing off his bottom on a site that I never heard of.
I didn’t want to click on that link in case there was a virus atracted to it, so I looked up that website and it was dedicated for swingers.
Ooh, I thought. And yes, I checked it out, but I couldn’t get anything further than the home page as I needed to create an account or be a member to log in to see the website properly.
Damn. What do I do now?
There was only one thing to do, wasn’t there? And was to join the website.
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