On the way home the next night, I stop by the Barnes and Noble and have a cup of coffee, logging on their wi-fi with my secondhand computer to check my email. As I suspected, Mitch had written me, but not once, not twice, but five times – each message more desperate than the prior one.
First message: Hey dude – there’s a condom on the floor, but it’s empty. Did you have to use a second one? You did cum right?
Second message: What’s the story???? You did use a condom when you were fucking me right???
Third message: Why won’t you write back? This is fucking serious. I got a wife at home. If you came inside me, that’s a big FUCKING PROBLEM. LET ME KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
Fourth message: HEY ASSHOLE – WHAT YOU DID WAS ASSAULT – YOU HAD NO RIGHT – I THINK IT WAS ILLEGAL – BUT I NEED TO KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE ANY DISEASES. I WILL GO TO THE COPS IF I HAVE TO.
Fifth message: You’re ruining my life. I read online today that AIDS takes 6 months to show up in a test. What am I supposed to do with my wife for the next six month? Use a condom? How can I explain that? Please, please tell me if I have anything to worry about? You seemed like a nice guy. Why would you do this to me?
I broke the rule I set only a couple of weeks ago. I wrote him, said I was clean and that he could continue to fuck his wife. I deleted all the messages in the email account, and vowed never to log onto it again, and I have not done so.
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