Well...well...well...

So, today I got proof that someone in a position of power was reading my blog and trying to use it against me. He betrayed himself in an email.

Fiction is such a fun tool. I think I'm going to stop playing with you now as I figured out how you were getting information about me. I wasn't sure if you were calling my in-laws, or if my ex and your employee were having an affair and the info came from pillow talk.

Now, I think you guys were cyberstalking me. Don't know how you found this blog. How many hours of taxpayer funded internet service did that take, dear one?

By the way, there will be a special place in hell for the person who signed me up for that swinger's club. I'm a prude. It's not nice to keep the horny people waiting for a response. You might want to fix that.

The lies, the forum posts, the bizarre emails - it all makes so much more sense now.

Stop it now, solve the problem or we will meet face to face. I promise...let me know if you want me to bring cookies.

Yep, I've got something up my sleeve. I haven't really kept it all that quiet, I'm sure the goons your boss sent to spy on me told you all about it. It wasn't my idea. I didn't want to have to do it but your little email to me today sealed the deal. That wasn't so bright my friend.

It was smart, however, having a videographer sit across from me in a restaurant. I do wonder if he bothered the turn the camera on. My cohorts didn't realize what was going on and I know they betrayed those plans to your lil' spy and his friend.

Your spy was very polite and, if you care to know...he spoke incredibly highly of his employer. He DID admit to working for you and knowing your boss and his parents. You should be quite proud that someone speaks of you and your boss in such a polite fashion.

I invited him back, of course. We need diverging viewpoints, you know.

To tell the truth, I'm going to miss playing with you....sigh...but I figured out where the half-truths originated. That was my goal all along.

Pretty cool, eh?