you've got mail

and it's piling up BIGtime

Ginnie flipped off her sandals, threw her purse on a kitchen chair and went straight for the stairs. It was time she did something for herself.

She flipped on the light switch in what once served as her daughter's bedroom and was now her computer and crafts place. How long it had been since she had been able to spend more than a quick five or 10 minutes in here to check her email? Her Second Life as Ginger Gleeson had all but died!

She turned on the computer and slid into her chair. She had not been able to enjoy the new DSL connection she put in almost a year ago now. DSL in Coalville was the talk of the town when word that it was available hit the street.

DSL?

HERE? In the blacklands? The place people think of as dead?

WOW!

Her email inbox was stuffed, mostly with junk filled with promises of big breasts, hard ons and eternal love. She struck the delete key repeatedly. Sandwiched between SPAM and an email from an intenet friend from her virtual crafts club was the first response to her Help Wanted ad, the one in which she saw promise.

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