What?

     That’s what it says right here.

     Buddy, I’m not interested in copies of your email. We’ve got a much bigger problem here and you have got to get focused on it and fast.

     Yes. This is a big problem. I am a busy man. I am a respected business man and family man. And I do not have time for this. So I brought these to show you. In case there might be some confusion like this. So you just pass up these messages do you? You’re so pure you just delete them instantly, along with the mortgage loan scams and the pleas from the Indian dudes to deposit two mil into your bank account on account of a coup or some such crap.

     Well, sir. That’s not the problem here. The problem is that you solicited sex from a minor online. The problem is that you expected to meet a thirteen year old girl named Tiffany here at the Florida Star Hotel today, not me and my law-enforcement friends.

     It isn’t my fault. Look at this. Do you just look away when you get a message like this? ‘Watch horny virgins beg for it and scream when bi gg black co kks split them open. Or this one. Suck me, bite me, fu kk me raw. I love big cocks and I’m only twelve.’ Do you?

     Actually, I do.

     You open them?

     No, I delete them.

     So is she here?

     Who?

     Tiffany?

     Yeah. That’s Tiffany over there; the fat guy talking on his cell phone.

     Isn’t that entrapment, or fraud, or something? I’m not saying another word until my lawyer gets here.

     Fine. You’re from Ohio, right? We’ll all just sit here and wait, together. We’ll wait until your fancy lawyer books a flight, makes the trip, rents a car then finds us suffocating in this flea bag, shithole hotel. We’ll just wait.

     It’s not my fault. She said she was twenty. That’s not illegal.

     Well, Mr. Smith. I have my own copies of some email that might interest you.

     How do you know they’re from me? It’s internet fraud.

     Because you showed up today. If it wasn’t you who wrote, hmm, let’s see here, “I can’t wait to put my throbbing dick in your perfect, wet mouth,” and if it wasn’t you who promised, in this email here, dated Wednesday, August 18th, to show up exactly at 9 am today, just when you did, then why are you here, Mr. Smith?

     I’m on a business trip.

     What kind of business.

     Insurance. Hurricanes. Here’s my card.

     Let’s cut the crap. You are a pedophile. You are going to go to jail. And you will be a very popular bitch. Go ahead and cry you dumb fuck. Then tell us who else you’ve been writing to. What you don’t tell us now is going to land you in an even bigger mess.

     Just look at all these! I get hundreds of these a day. When I try to stop, I just get more of them. Horny lesbians, Asian schoolgirls, chicks with dogs. And everyone is doing it. But nobody talks about it. You do it, don’t you? And you, over there, you do it too. I know you do. All of you. You can’t tell me you don’t. You start with the free sites then you take out a credit card for an employee but you don’t actually give them the card. So now you can buy the real thing. You jack off a hundred times a day and you spank your wife and she thinks you’ve lost your mind or have been to a strip bar or with a hooker, but she kind of likes it because you haven’t had sex in a year so she wants more. But then you don’t want her. Because your wife isn’t a slut and her flesh is too real. You want the redhead with the bruised lips and the wet tongue and the stripper tits and the shaved pussy. You want the virgin. You want to see the girls getting wet pussy for the first time. You want to see the cum shots. You want, you want, you want and they give and give and give but there is no end to it. So you come here to try to stop it by fucking her. A real girl. If you do it then you’ll never, ever do it again. It will save you. She will save you. She will save you from cum fiesta and black babes and cumshot blast and free farm sex and euro teens and slut toons and anal exploration and amazing orgies and interracial xxx and …

     Mr. Smith?

     Yes?

     We need to go now. Gather your things. I’ll let you keep your papers, your emails until we
get to the station.

     Oh. Well these are mainly for business. This is a business trip, you know.

     I know.

     So will I see Tiffany later?

     Yes. She’ll be by later.

     Good. Thanks. When you see her, then you’ll understand. She is going to save me, that one.