my life as a pedophile/fitness instructor/bisexual/ porn star

I asked why she was telling me all of this. She told me that she didn’t know, she was just happy that I didn’t reject her because she was only thirteen. I told her that I have met so few people online who can spell, much less offer an original thought, that it didn’t matter how old she was.
Once, in conversation, she called herself the wrong name, and I confronted her. It turns out her real name is Priscilla, a name she is not fond of. Once I caught her in a small lie, I realized that the rest of her story, including the revelations and guilt, could all be part of another sick joke. It could be some fat jackoff in Albany, pretending to be a contrite little girl in Hawaii.
At the time, my job was very boring. There wasn’t nearly enough work for me to do in a day. I tried slowing down, but even that got boring. My boss was in his eighties and didn’t know a thing about computers. From a distance, AOL looks like it could be work, and as long as the keys keep clicking away, he would never be any wiser. So I would spend my days online, looking for people I knew, harassing people I didn’t know, and reading magazines. During those long summer days, I kept talking to Priscilla, because she was funny, she was bored, and she thought I was very interesting.
As time passed, I began to see her as a younger version of myself. When I was thirteen, I had a BBS running off my Commodore 64, I was trying to run some minor credit card scams, I was skateboarding and I was starting to think more seriously about girls. I also didn’t know anyone that thought I was as smart as I thought I was, everyone always treated me like a kid. I decided it would be best to treat Priscilla as an equal, because there was no reason not to. If I had had AOL at that age, I would have been going nuts fucking with people all day. Actually, I am twenty-eight, and I still enjoy fucking with people on AOL.
I wanted to know about the games she had been playing with other people, and she was more than eager to confess. There was one guy she had been toying with for some time, giving him the impression that she would be coming to see him in person soon. She was feeling very guilty about everything she had done, because I showed her that there were people who would like her for who she was, not who she pretended to be. She wanted to find out for herself, but she was terrified that people would get mad at her. I explained that fucking with someone on AOL is not a crime, and the person she fucked with would have no recourse whatsoever. In addition, if the person didn’t want to be her friend knowing the truth, she didn’t need them as friends.
After some thought she decided to start telling the truth to her online pals. SpoonyBard (I have no idea what it means either) was the first victim. I was going to run the transcript but I am not because a) it is too long b) the funny part was in the quickness of the comments, not in what they were and c) I can tell the result a lot faster. He said he didn’t care, he was a little disappointed (you saw the picture and can imagine what she promised the poor schmuck), but generally he thought it was okay. I am pretty sure he wasn’t serious about wanting to remain friends with her (which is what he said, but not what he later did), but once he knew the truth about her, it wasn’t fun for her anymore either.
Toward the end of the summer she told me that she was going to be going to her grandmother’s house in Virginia and wouldn’t be back for some time. She said she would keep in touch with me and be back soon enough.
For the hell of it she told me that her mom’s boyfriend’s screenname was Plug Nut, and that she knew he was making dates and cheating on her mom. I thought that was pretty sad, but I didn’t think I could do anything about it. Then it occurred to me that if the guy was as dumb as she said, he would fall for anything I told him. I could trick him into falling for me, if I posed as a woman, then I could send the transcripts to her mom and the douche would be out of their lives forever. I told Priscilla that I would think of a cool screenname, make a profile that made me seem kind of slutty, and try to make a move on Jason.
About a week before she was going to leave, she dropped this on me:



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