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Have you been playing with the thesaurus again?From: Christian GreySubject: RumbledDate: May 31 2011 19:40To: Anastasia SteeleYou know me so well Miss Steele.I am having dinner with an old friend now so I will be driving.Laters, baby©Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.Which old friend? I didn’t think Christian had any old friends, except… her. I frown at thescreen. Why does he have to still see her? Searing, green, bilious jealousy courses throughme unexpectedly. I want to hit something, preferably Mrs. Robinson. Switching the laptopoff in a temper, I clamber into bed.I should really respond to his long email from this morning, but I’m suddenly tooangry. Why can’t he see her for what she is – a child molester? I switch off the light,seething, staring into the darkness. How dare she? How dare she pick on a vulnerableadolescent? Is she still doing it? Why did they stop? Various scenarios filter through mymind: he had had enough, then why is he still friends with her? Ditto her – is she married?Divorced? Jeez – does she have children of her own? Does she have Christian’schildren? My subconscious rears her ugly head, leering, and I’m shocked and nauseous atthe thought. Does Dr. Flynn know about her?I struggle out of bed and fire the mean machine up again. I am on a mission. I drummy fingers impatiently waiting for the blue screen to appear. I hit Google images andenter ‘Christian Grey’ into the search engine. The screen is suddenly littered with imagesof Christian: in black tie, be-suited, jeez – José’s pictures from the Heathman, in his whiteshirt and flannel trousers. How did they get on the Internet? Boy he looks good.I move quickly on: some with business associates, then picture after glorious pictureof the most photogenic man I know, intimately. Intimately? Do I know Christian intimately?I know him sexually, and I figure there’s a lot more to discover there. I know he’smoody, difficult, funny, cold, warm… jeez, the man is a walking mass of contradictions. Iclick to the next page. He’s still on his own in all these photographs, and I remember Katementioning that she couldn’t find any photographs of him with a date, prompting her gayquestion. Then, on the third page, there’s a picture of me, with him, at my graduation. Hisonly picture with a woman, and it’s me.Holy cow! I’m on Google! I stare at us together. I look surprised by the camera,nervous, off balance. This was just before I agreed to try. For his part, Christian looksimpossibly handsome, calm and collected, and he’s wearing that tie. I gaze at him, such a