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is?”
    “Ten.”
    “Ten? She should be playing with dolls.”
Sandy rolled her eyes. “Remind me to never have any. How on earth
do you handle something like that? What’d you do?”
    “Well, I was furious, of course. Told her she
was grounded. No more computer, no more privileges...the usual. I
swear the mothering never stops. You try to do everything you
should as a mother, but sometimes it just isn’t enough.”
    “What did she say?”
    “She told me how much money she got. I was
surprised. So I made a deal with her. I wouldn’t punish her if
she’d show me how she did it.”
    Sandy leaned back in the chair and closed her
eyes tightly, hoping this woman would be gone when she reopened
them. She thought about all of the more interesting ways she could
waste time. Now annoyed and impatient, she said, “Abby, why am I
here?”
    “Well, it turns out panties are a hot item on
the Internet, but there’s a downside. I think one of my customers
is coming after me.
    “Geez Abby, you must have expected some kinky
reactions.”
    “At first, I thought he was just
cyberstalking me, you know, using the Internet. Now I think it’s
escalated to physical stalking. I just feel he’s getting closer and
I’m getting worried. Got a ten-year-old daughter, you know. I’ve
had some weird phone calls, strange sounds outside. Don’t scold me,
I know I’ve made a mess of things, but I can’t undo it all now.”
She sneaked a look at Sandy wondering if she believed any of this
shit. “What should I do?”
    Sandy wished the daughter were far away from
this house. “Most police departments aren’t up to speed on
cyberstalking, but there’s usually someone in the department who
can advise you about computer security, but....”
    “But, I know the first thing they’re going to
say is knock off the panty game. I’m a single mom, Sandy. I need
that income and I can work at home. It’s perfect.”
    “...I was going to say if you can give the
police some evidence of physical stalking they do know how to
handle that.”
    “But sometimes they can’t do anything until
it’s too late, right?”
    “So take extra precautions, especially
concerning your daughter. And you should think about some other
work-at-home business. Have you thought about phone sex, you could
call it Dial-A-Slut? You could sit and paint your toenails while
talking dirty to men.” Sandy didn’t smile while she said it.
    “Be sarcastic if you want. What I’m doing is
legal and I don’t make the rules.” Abby wasn’t fazed. She was
pleased. She knew Sandy was emotionally into it. Her mind raced
back to that rehab counselor. A brilliant idea was taking shape—the
piece that was missing from her scheme. Just send that old
counselor Sandy mentioned some hot emails. He’ll definitely
remember her. She was his favorite. Just hint at picking up where
they left off. You should see me now, fella. Entice him to reply
with his own raunchy emails. Abby knew how to do it so her emails
couldn’t be traced.
    Then when boyfriend Toby shows up, shoot him
and claim she thought she was shooting the guy who sent the raunchy
emails. We know he’s a dangerous predator, your Honor. You know
Sandy Reid, just ask her, she’ll tell you. No question about it,
he’s the same man who abused us when we were teenagers. Somehow, he
traced me and sent those shocking emails. I can show them to you. I
tell you, I turned blue when I read such words. When I heard a
noise outside, I was terrified. But you say it wasn’t him? Then who
was that prowler I shot? Toby Towalski? Never heard of him. I
thought I shot that abuser from up North. I’m really sorry, but
whoever it was shouldn’t have been prowling around outside my
house.
    Sandy was uncomfortable with this entire
situation and not just because she didn’t approve of Abby’s
laid-back morality. Selling panties on the Internet was legal and
none of Sandy’s business anyway. Something else was going on around
here. Something