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2019.11.26 10:09 TheDanielMat [AMA] Je suis Daniel Mat, auteur du roman Au-delà de la Lumière (science-fiction young adult), repéré lors d'un speed dating d’éditeurs et présent au SLPJ de Montreuil (Paris) ce weekend. AMA

Bonjour /france,
Merci de m'accueillir parmi vous aujourd'hui ! (Et merci à la modération pour l'aide à l'organisation.)
Je me présente : Daniel Mat, j’ai 37 ans et je vis en Suisse. Enseignant de formation, je me consacre, pour une année au moins, pleinement à l’écriture.
Mon roman Au-delà de la Lumière (la couverture de Melchior Ascaride), publié aux éditions Scrineo, est disponible en librairie.
De la science-fiction young adult, qui plaira aux fans d'Inception ou de Matrix, aux amateurs de MMA ou de jeux de combat, et à ceux qui ont aimé lire Hunger Games ou même Les Thanatonautes.
Voici le résumé :
Dans le futur, la réalité virtuelle a fait place aux rêves lucides partagés. Une version extrême de cette technologie, basée sur des expériences de mort imminente contrôlées, a donné naissance à la métamachie : un sport de combat opposant deux compétiteurs dans des arènes subconscientes, armés de leurs souvenirs manipulables à volonté.
À dix-sept ans, David redoute cette discipline dont l’étoile montante n’est autre que Théa, sa petite amie. Plus sa carrière progresse, plus elle s’éloigne de lui. Tout bascule le jour où elle ne se réveille pas à la fin d’un combat. Alors que l’organisation étouffe l’affaire, David se retrouve seul et sans réponses.
Lorsque l’opportunité de participer à un tournoi amateur s’offre à lui, il y voit une chance de mener l’enquête de l’intérieur. Mais ses propres souvenirs semblent se mettre en travers de son chemin.
Jusqu’où est-il prêt à aller pour découvrir la vérité ?
Il s’agit de mon premier roman, dont le parcours éditorial est insolite. En effet, j’ai été repéré lors du speed dating des Imaginales, un festival de l’imaginaire qui a lieu en mai, à Épinal. Le principe est simple : une cinquantaine d’auteurs non publiés, un panel d’éditeurs, 5 minutes en tête à tête avec eux pour présenter son projet et éveiller leur intérêt. J'y ai rencontré Agnès Marot, directrice de la collection young adult de Scrineo, qui a cru en mon projet et m’a aidé, avec Floria (mon éditrice) et le reste de l’équipe, à en faire le roman qui existe aujourd’hui. J’en profite pour les remercier une fois encore.
Ce weekend, je serai au Salon du Livre et de la Presse Jeunesse, à Montreuil (Paris). Je dédicacerai mon livre le samedi et le dimanche, de 12h à 14h au stand E38 de Scrineo. N’hésitez pas à venir me dire bonjour et découvrir les autres auteurs de la maison ! Et même sans ça, je vous encourage à y faire un tour si vous aimez la littérature jeunesse / young adult.
Bref, demandez-moi ce que vous voulez, sur le processus d’écriture, sur le milieu éditorial, sur mon roman, sur ma recette de burger (mardi cuisine !), sur moi… Vous connaissez le principe : Ask me anything !
Je commencerai à répondre dès 13h, et je ne laisserai aucune question de côté. Promis.
EDIT : Je suis devant l'ordi, c'est parti ! (Merci pour toutes les questions déjà posées.)
EDIT2 : J'ai fais le tour ! Merci à tous pour vos questions passionnantes. J'espère que mes (loooongues) réponses auront été à la hauteur. N'hésitez pas à en poser d'autres. Je continuerai de consulter mes notifications et de répondre à toutes les questions ce soir et par la suite, même lorsque le thread ne sera plus épinglé.
Finalement, les liens :
Le livre (avec le premier chapitre disponible sur voir un extrait)
Mes réseaux : Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Le SLPJ
La preuve
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2019.06.14 22:19 Frenchcoeur The Magalie Part Affair - A French crime story

At 8pm on March 26th 2001, 25 year old Geoffrey Part arrives at the Ornex police station to declare his 19 year old wife, Magalie, missing.
Ornex is a small French town hugging the border between eastern France and Switzerland, with a population of a little over 4000 people.
Geoffrey had became worried when he got home from work at 4:30 pm and noticed that neither Magalie nor their dog, a rottweiler puppy named Redza, were home. Their other dog was tied up outside. On top of that, breakfast items were still on the table and hadn’t been put away, which was out of character for Magalie.
Geoffrey phones Magalie’s dad and asks if Magalie is with him. He then phones Magalie’s mom and asks the same question. The answer is no in both cases.
Around 5pm, Geoffrey gets on his scooter and drives over to the home improvement store (Bricorama) in the neighboring town of Cessy where Magalie works as a cashier. Her coworker, Virginie, tells Gregory that Magalie hadn’t shown up for work and hadn’t let anyone know that she would be absent, which was also out of character for Magalie.
Geoffrey informs LE that Magalie had told him at breakfast that morning that she had planned to walk to the neighboring town of Ferney-Voltaire with the dog to purchase cigarettes. It was about a 4km/2.5 mile walk round trip.
After declaring his wife missing, Geoffrey returns home and enlists the help of Romeo, a friend with an ATV, to search for Magalie. They keep up the search throughout the night, giving up around 5am.
Magalie and Geoffrey
Magalie is the oldest of 5 children, born to Eric Bertrand (a long haul truck driver) and Evelyne Bertrand (a stay at home mom). The Bertrand children grew up in the town of Lancrans, about 45 minutes away from Ornex. When Magalie is 12 year old, her parents divorce and her father goes to live in Fribourg, a town in Switzerland. The divorce is understandably upsetting to Magalie, and Magalie chooses to live with her mother who has stayed in Lancrans.
She is described as being a happy, jovial and sociable young lady.
On July 12th 1998, 4 years after her parents’ divorce, Magalie meets Geoffrey Part at a party celebrating France’s world cup soccer victory the same day.
Geoffrey Part, originally from the North of France, moves to the town of Collonges Fort l’Ecluse with his parents when he is young, after his father, Patrick, finds work as a maintenance technician with CERN (Conseil européen pour la recherché nucléaire / the European Council for Nuclear Research. ) Patrick is a violent alcoholic who physically abuses Geoffrey, then 10 years old. Geoffrey is the youngest of two children and does not put up with his father’s violence. The escalating situation lands him in foster care for several years. Once older, he also spends several days in prison following formal accusations of domestic violence by an ex-girlfriend.
Despite the violence he inflicted on his son when he was younger, Patrick continues to be a presence in his son’s life and they became close as Geoffrey gets older. Magalie’s mother, aware of Geoffrey’s past, does not approve of her relationship with Geoffrey. Magalie decides to go live with her father, who does not oppose Magalie’s blossoming relationship, and she is hired as a caregiver in a retirement facility.
Geoffrey and Magalie’s mother have an acrimonious relationship and do not get along. In 2000, when Magalie turns 18, she and Geoffrey wed and Magalie moves in with Geoffrey in the town of Ornex. Geoffrey is a house painter, and Magalie finds work at Bricorama.
Magalie’s father describes her as being happy in her relationship with Geoffrey and excited to eventually have children with him.
The discovery
On March 27th, the day after Magalie is reported missing, a young farmer named Nicolas is out mushroom picking in the forest. Around 11:00 am he discovers the partially nude and burned body of a young woman on a path not far from his uncle’s farm.
He initially thinks that he has come across a mannequin but Nicolas rushes to find his uncle, who comes back with him to confirm that it is indeed a human body. They immediately call the police.
Police are soon able to make the connection between the disappearance reported the previous day and the body in front of them. Their suspicions are confirmed by the engraving of a ring found on the victim : « Geo à Maigue. 23.12.2000 » (Geoffrey to Magalie, followed by the date of their wedding anniversary).
Not far from the body LE find a cigarette butt, a knife stuck in a tree (as though someone had stabbed the tree), a chocolate bar wrapper, and about 300 meters/980 feet away, a jerrycan filled with gasoline.
The cigarette butt near her body was a Moroccan brand sold only in Switzerland.
As there were no embers near the body, LE determine that she had been burned at another location, still unknown to this day.
An autopsy is performed on March 28th revealing 12 fractures over various parts of her body that are determined to have been made before and after her body had been burned. She had been savagely beaten. The fact that her body had been burned prevented the coroner from being able to determine exact time of death - usual techniques of establishing body temperature and rigor mortis were next to impossible.
Traces of sperm are found (not enough to perform DNA tests) proving that she had likely had sex during the previous 48 hours but nothing led the coroner to conclude that Magalie had been sexually assulted.
An toxic dose of perspective antidepressants are found in her blood stream, and according to some sources, family members including her father and husband were unaware of her taking this type of medicine.
Great violence had been used against Magalie and LE were led to believe that whoever did this to her had quite a bit of rage against her.
Her actual cause of death is never revealed.
The initial investigation
DNA on the cigarette butt was proved to be Magalie’s : but Magalie did not smoke that brand of cigarettes. On top of that, Magalie couldn’t have smoked the cigarette where her body was found because she was already deceased when her body was placed there.
Investigators wonde how the cigarette butt got there and whether the other elements (the knife in the tree, the jerrycan) were part of some sort of staging of the scene.
No other items that belonging to Magalie are found at the scene (purse, keys, etc).
Magalie’s dog, the rottweiler named Redza, is found on March 28th in the small town of Crozet, about 9 kilometers/5.5 miles from Ornex. She had shown up on someone’s doorstep - hungry - but dry, clean, and smelling of Magalie’s perfumes, which was strange due to the fact that she had been « missing and wandering around » for 2 days, in pouring down rain. She was not attached to a leash and the leash was never found.
Once Redza is identified Geoffrey is able to pick her up immediately without any further analysis done on the dog - despite the fact that she could have been in contact with the assailant.
LE - based on initial evidence - thought that Magalie was in the wrong place at the wrong time and came across her assailant by accident. They decided to do a reconstitution of Magalie’s final days in order to see where it would lead them.
March 25th and 26th
On March 25th, the day before Magalie’s disappearance, Magalie and Geoffrey went fishing with friends and the around 8pm, another coup of friends, Farrida and Romeo, come over to their place for dinner.
Farrida specifically remembers some disturbing news that Magalie shared with her that evening. Magalie’s father-in-law, Patrick, had recently given her some lingerie as a birthday present. The relationship between Magalie and Patrick was described by some as being very ambiguous.
Around 10pm, Magalie’s voicemail is checked and then her phone is turned off.
Blaise Cudet, the uncle of the man who found Magalie’s body, and who owns the farm near where she was found, reported hearing his dogs barking persistently around 2am on March 27th [edit : I had previously and mistakenly put March 26th], and then again around 5am.
On the morning of March 26th, Geoffrey indicates that Magalie made him breakfast before he left for work, indicating that she had plans to walk the dog to go buy cigarettes in the neighboring town of Ferney-Voltaire.
Geoffrey’s dad, Patrick, stops by their place at 10am to pick up some mail, and says that Magalie is not there when he stops by.
At 1pm, in the town of Saint-Genis-Pouilly (7.5 kilometers / 4.6 miles), someone attempts to use Magalie and Geoffrey’s credit cards to pull money from an ATM machine. They first try to pull 2500 francs (About 400 EUR today with inflation) from Magalie’s card but don’t use the right pin code and the card gets blocked. They they try to pull 200 francs (about 35 EUR) from Geoffrey’s card and are successful - they’ve obviously got the right pin code.
3 eyewitnesses claim to have seen Magalie in Saint-Genis-Pouilly buying cigarettes in the late morning but her family cannot understand what she would have been doing there. It would have been too long of a walk and there was no reason for her to go so far to buy cigarettes when she could have bought them a lot closer. When further questioned, none of the eyewitnesses could say with certainty that the young woman they saw was in fact Magalie.
Criticism of the investigation
The case got very little media coverage at the beginning but the lack of speed at which things were progressing with LE pushed Magalie’s family to go to the press with the hope that new elements would come out.
Since Ornex was on the French/Swiss border, the Swiss media became interested in the case, and it was in 2003 that a tv show called « Fait divers » reported on the many different inconsistencies in the investigation. The main journalist, Sofia Pekmez, brought to light that: - DNA samples were lost and later found - Tire track prints were lost - The fact that the police very quickly assumed that the assailant was unknown to Magalie meant that none of her family or friends were seriously questioned or had their cars examined. - LE were so sure of their eyewitnesses in Saint-Genis-Pouilly that they used it « time stamp » as proof that something had happened to Magalie that morning - discounting any theory that something could have happened later in the day.
It is important to note that Geoffrey was examined at one point but he seemed to have a pretty solid alibi. He left early on March 26th to go work a painting job - even though he wasn’t supposed to work that day. Additionally, Geoffrey didn’t have a car, and it was obvious that Magalie had to have been transported in a vehicule at some point.
In 2004, Sofia Pekmez spoke of the case on her show again with Magalie’s father as a guest. He pleaded to LE to start a serious investigation into his daughters murder and asked them to look at his daughters inner circle. Another guest, journalist Alain Jourdan, claimed that jurisdictional issues between LE groups caused the lag and misdirection in the investigation. He maintained that the media was at this point doing more investigative work than LE. Geoffrey Part was also a guest on the show.
It was further revealed during the show that Magalie had been absent from work multiple times in the months prior to her death. [unclear how the journalist found out this information] Neither Magalie’s father nor her husband were aware of this.
In 2006, both Geoffrey and his father Patrick spent time in custody as they were questioned but they were eventually released as they had no solid evidence against either of them. Geoffrey had always claimed that he had an idea of who the assailant may be but never publicly shared this information. He even went so far as to say that he hoped it was someone in their inner circle so that they would be « easier to catch ».
Patrick was questioned due to the supposed attraction he had towards his daughter in law - remember, Magalie had confided in a friend that Patrick had offered her some lingerie. Geoffrey refused to believe this claim saying that Magalie had never mentioned this to him.
Patrick’s alibi was that he was at home most of the day other than stopping by his son and daughter in laws house to pick up mail.
In 2015, Magalie’s dad attempted to raise funds in order to pay for a new (and private) investigation. It is unclear how much he raised and exactly how it was used.
In April of 2016, and instructing judge had Magalie’s body exhumed in order to proceed with further analysis. Unfortunately nothing conclusive or useful came from this excercise.
Aftermath
Geoffrey went on to get remarried and had 4 children.
He committed suicide in his home on September 15 2018.
Many people close to the investigation do not know how to interpret his suicide. Magalie’s dad has wondered if it is out of guilt for possibly being involved in her death, or if it was out of sheer pain her death had caused him. He left a note but made no mention having anything to do with Magalie’s death.
Deborah, Geoffrey’s second wife said the case poisoned their existence and that it was difficult for him, her and their 4 children to live with Magalie’s death hanging over them.
Cold case experts in French LE decided to have a fresh look at the case in April 2019.
Magalie’s murder still remains unsolved to this day.
Who killed Magalie? Someone from her inner circle? An aquaintance? Or was she the victim of being at the wrong place at the wrong time?
Sources :
https://www.google.com/amp/m.leparisien.famp/faits-divers/des-pros-du-cold-case-pour-relancer-l-affaire-magalie-part-24-04-2019-8059149.php
https://fr.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affaire_Magalie_Part
https://www.ledauphine.com/ain/2013/08/04/l-affaire-magalie-part-n-a-pas-encore-livre-ses-secrets
https://www.ledauphine.com/haute-savoie/2018/09/18/nouveau-rebondissement-dans-l-affaire-magalie-part-son-mari-s-est-suicide-dans-le-pays-de-gex
http://m.leparisien.ffaits-divers/magali-19-ans-battue-a-mort-01-04-2001-2002069884.php
http://www.nordvaudois.com/societe/faits-divers/252-le-meurtre-de-magalie.html
https://youtu.be/JESlqpai3uo
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2015.10.13 20:41 Scast716585 Office Women Part 13: Final Chapter

Monday morning I dragged myself to work, 24 hours ago I thought I would be in a great mood following my weekend with Kim, was now the worst I have ever felt. First, Kim and I confess our love for each other then she proceeds to tell me that she is moving out of town and we will not be seeing each other again. Then, I return home and find a note that my wife, Debbie, had left me for a woman, we had been together since high school and she leaves me a note, how fucking horrible.
I went up to my office and did not want to see anyone, I also did not want to tell anyone about Debbie it was too soon and I did not want to talk about it. Unless the whole office knows because the woman she left me for was Linda from our accounting department. I also could not say anything about Kim as we kept our relationship a secret except for a few of her friends that she told about us or had seen us together. I tried to immerse myself in work to keep me going but it was not working. I had also made a decision to stop fucking all of the girls that I had been in the office. I know most guys that have their wife leave them would chase as much pussy as possible but I had found that all of the random fucking had left me empty and I was wanting more. That was what was so great about Kim was our connection, the sex was fantastic but it was the time together not having sex is what made it so special. I was determined to take it slow for a while.
With that thought running through my head I looked up from my desk when I heard a knock on my door, it was Courtney my intern, “Hey boss, was wondering if I could meet with you over lunch and discuss whatever comes up” she said, as she licked her lips and played with the button on her blouse. Fuck she looked hot, her blouse was black silk that clung to her thin frame, you could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric and she had the top three buttons undone and a long pearl necklace that hung down between her breasts. She was also wearing a tight skirt that was mid-thigh length, the material clung to her young, thin fit ass and legs but stretched when she moved. She came into my office and sat on the edge of my desk and spread her legs in front of me making her skirt slide up to her hips and giving me a view of her bare pussy, she rested one foot on my crotch.
There could not have been a sexier creature ever in front of me. A few days ago I would have shut the door, right then and fucked her good and hard. Now I was in such a bad place I did not get hard with this ravishing creature in front of me. “Courtney, sorry but I just don’t think I am up to it today. You look so beautiful and sexy, but I just can’t. Any guy would be lucky to have you but I am so sorry I am not up to it” I said in a somber tone.
“It is obvious you are not up to it” She said looking at my crotch and her foot rubbing my limp dick. “Let me know if you change your mind, I sure would love to wake up that big cock of yours” She walked out the door and god did her ass look great in that skirt. For a moment I questioned my decision thinking I should just take her out of the office and fuck every sweet tight hole of hers all day long. But I just thought better of it.
I made it through the day, trying to avoid seeing Kim as I knew it would be tough. At the end of the day I was leaving and stopped to talk to Vicki our receptionist that is a good friend.
“I was shocked to hear that Kim put her notice in and is moving, and isn’t it odd that Linda up and quit and just did not show up today, did you hear that” Vicki said to me as I came down. “You don’t seem like you are feeling that great, everything ok?” She said in a concerned tone.
Vicki and I shared most things but I did not ever go on with her about all of my relations in the office and she never let on that she knew from any of the women. “Yeah, Kim told me she was leaving, I am real sad to see her go, we had gotten pretty close” I replied not wanting to say too much out of respect to Kim. “I also knew about Linda, I found out about that yesterday when my wife left me, to go live with her” I had to tell someone and Vicki and I are close, it felt good to say something.
“Holy shit, you are kidding aren’t you?” Vicki said totally stunned
“No that is the truth, they met each other a couple of months ago at a dinner we all went to and they had been seeing each other regularly, I did not know how regularly until last week, and then Debbie said they were going away together this past weekend. So I went away with a friend for the weekend and when I came home all of her stuff was gone, and she just left me a fucking note, a fucking note, do you believe it.” I still could not believe it as I said it.
“Shit, I thought I had a bad weekend, my boyfriend broke up with me. I really did not feel like coming in today I felt so crappy about it. But I think you have me beat. At least he didn’t turn gay on me, at least I don’t think he did” She said jokingly.
Hearing her make a joke about it made me smile. “Sorry to hear that, what kind of an idiot would break up with you. You are beautiful, fun, intelligent, you are just wonderful.”
“Thanks, you don’t have to say those things. Do you want to go get a drink and drown our sorrows together” Vicki asked
“I could really use one, glad you asked, and I do mean it he would have to be a fucking idiot to break up with you” I replied, we agreed on a place to meet and headed out. I did mean the guy would have to be an idiot to break up with her. Vicki has long blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, she is at the most 5 feet tall but is real fit and has the most perfect ass I have ever seen and firm small breast that are the perfect size for her petite build. I had wanted her since the first time I met her but she was usually in a relationship and when she was not she made it clear she would never want to date a married man. This left us in the friend category but our friendship grew over time.
I get to the bar a few minutes before her and ordered drinks for both of us, we had been out in a group before so I knew what she liked. She came running into the bar and gave me a hug. She looked as good as always wearing heels, tight black pants and a tight blue t-shirt that perfectly complimented her eyes.
That night we drank allot for a Monday night, but we had fun and bitched about our relationships enough to make both of us feel better. We drank more than I thought and we ended taking a cab back to her place because she was only 5 minutes away. She got a pillow and a blanket and tossed them on the couch. “You should be pretty comfy there, I will see you in the morning, thanks for being there tonight.”
“No, thanks to you I feel much better having someone to talk to” I replied. We hugged and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and she went upstairs to bed. I thought to myself how different she is, all of the women I have been hanging out with would have had my dick in their mouth by now. Not that I did not really want her to, but it was a nice change.
That morning I woke early to hear Vicki moving around in the kitchen, she was wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt she looked cute and sexy. “Sorry did I wake you, I can’t help it, I get up early every day, just can’t sleep in” She said. I sat up “No problem, I like to get up early but I do admit I do feel a little hung over” I replied.
“Were you hot last night, sorry about that, I like it warm in here, I noticed your shirt is off” She asked.
“Oh yeah, sorry, I have trouble sleeping fully dressed, my shirt is not all that is off” I said looking at my pants laying on the floor. “You might want to turn around while I throw my clothes on” I realized that I had my usual full morning erection and just my boxers on which did not hide my huge bulging thick cock.
“I am not embarrassed, why are you” Vicki replied edging me on.
“No, not at all” I answered and pushed off the blanket and walked across the room with my large bulging cock leading the way. I proudly stood there facing her for a moment so she could take a good look and imagine what I was hiding.
“Holy fuck, I heard a rumor that you had a big cock but from that bulge I don’t think the rumor does you justice” Vick said walking closer to me. “What do you think now” I said as I pulled down my boxers and released my massive thick cock that was begging for attention.
“Steve, I really like you, but I like to take things slow, and I think we need to, so I don’t want to go too far right now, if that is OK with you?” She asked looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and grasping my cock in her small hand. I leaned down and kissed her. She is so tiny and petite, I was used to her in heels and with her walking around now at her house just made me more attracted to her. She led me to the couch and we kissed deeply and she stroked my cock. I caressed her perfect little ass and gently touched her breasts through her shirt, she was not wearing a bra and this aroused her nipples. We never broke our kiss and she kept on stroking my cock. I went to slide my hand under her shirt, I really wanted to see her small breasts and perky nipples. “No, not yet, let me just take care of you right now, lean back” Vicki asked and I responded leaning back against the couch and pushing my cock up as high as I could. “Wow you are so big, my hand looks so small around it, does that feel good?” she asked.
“Yes that feels wonderful” I replied just laying back enjoying the attention and the sensation of her massaging and stroking my dick. She increased the pace of her stroking and started massaging my balls with her other hand. “You like that, I want to finish you” she said rubbing a little faster. “Oh yes, a little more that will do it, a little more” I moaned and finally exploded, a huge amount of cum shooting up in the air and all over my stomach. “Wow you did like that, let me clean you up” Vicki said as she went into the kitchen to get a towel. I thanked her and we kissed again, grabbing another feel of her firm ass. She told me that was enough for now and I dressed, she made me breakfast and I called for a cab to take me to my car so I could go home to shower and change before work.
That day I was feeling better, I made a point of going to see Vicki a few times during the day which made up both happy and I surprised her with a big bouquet of flowers that were delivered to her home that evening. We started dating like real dates, dinner, movies, shopping just usual stuff. Not meeting up and fucking like crazy like I was used to. But it was great, she made me happy just being with her and I had made it clear to all of the other women in the office that I no longer was going to see any of them.
It had been about a month that we had been dating and we still had not had sex, Vicki a few more times jerked me off but I never got past touching her over her clothes. I did not mind as our relationship was really building and I did not want to ruin it. It was finally her birthday and planned on taking her out for a nice dinner and had gotten her some gifts. I picked her up at her place and she looked fantastic. She was wearing a tight black dress that was short, like not much over your ass short, and a low v-cut that had her small firm boobs pushed up to show some cleavage. Her long blond hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. She had 4 inch heels on that made her tan bare legs look extra sexy.
“Wow, you look beautiful” I exclaimed. “Happy birthday” I said handing her a bag with a few small wrapped boxes.
“Should I open them now” she said blushing. “Yes please do” I replied. She sat and opened the gifts which were matching gold and sapphire ear rings, necklace and bracelet. She had a tear roll down her cheek. “Is there something wrong” I asked. “No they are beautiful and I love them. I just never had anyone buy me something so nice before, I really love them” she answered quietly. “I thought the sapphires would be great with your blue eyes, let me help you with the necklace” I answered and continued “You have been there for me and are such a great friend, and over this past month you have grown to be more than just a friend, I am a little scared to say this but I love you” in a very nervous tone. Vicki smiled and hugged me and kissed me deeply. “I was scared to say it. I love you too” she said now smiling and kissed me again.
“Ok let’s get to dinner” I said as we got up and headed out “Damn you look amazing” I pronounced as we walked towards the car with her perfect ass in that short dress teasing me.
We ate and talked all night, she kept staring at her presents and never stopped smiling. Seeing her this happy made me happy. Vicki suggested we go back to her place after dinner rather than going to a club like we had planned. She said she just wanted to be with me tonight. I was fine with that. All the drive home I had trouble focusing on the road because she looked so hot sitting next to me in her short little dress, I was so hard. We got to her place and I sat on the couch and opened a bottle of wine while Vicki got some glasses. When she came over to me she put the glasses on the coffee table and surprised me by sitting facing me on my lap with her legs on each side of me. This made her dress ride right up over her ass.
“Oh I feel all tingly inside” she said as she kissed me. My one hand went right to her bare ass cheek, she had on a black thong and the other gently rubbed her breast. She whispered in my ear “Unzip me” and I pulled down the zipper in the back of her dress allowing her to pull it off over her head revealing a black push up bra and a good view of the thong. She slid closer on top of me grinding her pussy against my hard cock. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra and tossed it on the floor. I had been fantasizing about her breasts since our first morning together and here they were now staring at me. They did not disappoint. Perky B sized breasts that were firm but had some sag now that she is in her 30’s. Medium sized light brown nipples that were just right sized for her tits and they protruded out over an inch, god I love her little tits.
“Do you like them, I worry they are too small, sorry about not letting you have them earlier” Vicki said looking down at her tits and cupping one in her hand. “They are perfect, they are really perfect for you I love them and I love you” I kissed her and felt both of her breasts pulling on her nipples. I then had to suck on them. Touching them and sucking them was getting her so excited she held my head against them you could tell how sensitive they are and how it excited her, the whole time she was grinding her pussy against my cock. It was far better than any stripper could do and it was getting her off. She finally moaned and held me tight as she tensed and came.
“Wow I haven’t done that before, that felt real good” she sighed. “And look you are still fully dressed, we need to do something about that” I took off my shirt and she worked on my pants. She pulled them off onto the floor which left her kneeling in front of me, my massive hard cock staring her in the face. She grabbed my dick with both hands and guided it towards her mouth. She placed the tip of my cock in her mouth and was gently stroking the base of my cock with one hand. “It is so big, I can’t take more of it” She said trying to slide as much of my cock into her mouth. “What you are doing feels great don’t stop it feels so good” I moaned. Vicki picked up the pace of her sliding my cock into her wet inviting mouth, soaking my cock in her spit and stroking the wetness over the full length of my shaft. The whole time she stared up at me with her big blue eyes never breaking gaze from me. I stroked her long blonde hair away from her face as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. She stopped sucking me for a moment to catch her breath but feverishly stroked my cock with both hands. “Oh wow you are going to make me cum, please don’t stop” I pleaded. “Come on baby, give me your cum, I want to make you cum” Vicki said as she slid her mouth back onto my cock. That was all I could take and exploded, shooting out more cum than I can ever remember, I shot it into her mouth onto her face into her hair and onto her chest. Vicki looked up at me and smiled, looking proud that she made me cum so much even though she was covered from my explosion.
“I am going to go get a towel” she said as she got up and walked to the kitchen. This was the best view I have had of her as she got up and walked away only wearing her thong, she is so petite, fit and her ass is perfect. I was feeling so happy and satisfied and wondered to myself if we were finished for the evening, I wanted more of her but I also know we had been going slow so if this is all she wanted I was fine with it. “Wow you really made a mess of me, I am going to go take a shower” Vicki said as she walked towards the stairs to go up and shower. “Ok that sounds good” I replied. “Well why are you sitting there, I was hoping you would join me” she said as she ran up the stairs, I hopped up and chased after her.
When I got to the top of the stairs she was waiting for me now naked holding her thong in her hand, revealing a small, well groomed landing strip and her bare pussy. She has big pussy lips that I could clearly see hanging down between her legs, which was clearly visible because her legs are thin and fit leaving a clear gap between them a good view at her pussy. “You are so beautiful” I said pausing to take in her beauty, seeing her naked for the first time, all she had on was the jewelry I gave her earlier in the evening. “Thank you, get over here” she said as I walked over and hugged her. My body engulfed her, she is so tiny and petite, probably not even 5 feet tall and I am almost 6-4. I loved holding her. “Come on let’s get in the shower” She said taking me by the hand. We stood there kissing as we waited for the water to warm up and went into the shower, she looked even sexier with her hair and body wet. We soaped each other up, her body felt so good as I ran my hands over her breasts and she grabbed my big half hard cock and slowly stroked me. I leaned down and kissed her and reached down and placed my hand on her pussy, Vicki pressed her body tight against me and moaned with pleasure “That feels so good, oh that feels good” It felt good to me too, I dreamed about touching her pussy and now I finally had her and she was reacting to my every touch enjoying every moment. She broke away from me for a moment and sat on the built in bench in the shower and spread her legs wide having the water rinse the soap from her body. I dropped to my knees sucked on her nipples and touched her pussy, rubbing her clit. “Oh that feels amazing” she moaned. Needing more she gently pushed my head down to her pussy which is just what I wanted. I ran my tongue up and down her big lips and into her little hole and then attacked her clit with my tongue, this was driving her crazy as she held my head tight against her moaning louder and louder. I slid both of my hands up onto her breasts and played with her nipples. This was more than she could handle and she came hard shaking and her pussy oozing with moisture. I looked up into her blue eyes and she was smiling. I stood up and held her against me pressing her head against my stomach as she was still seated on the bench. My cock was now fully hard and stood out right next to face.
Vicki grabbed my hard cock and stood up and shut off the water. “Come with me, I need to be with you” She said as we stepped out of the shower, toweled off and headed toward the bedroom. We stood next to the bed kissing and she pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me. “I wanted to do this since that first morning I saw your cock, but I wanted to make sure of our feelings, I am sure now and I really want this” She said as she crawled on top of me grabbing my cock and sliding it into her pussy. She just eased the tip in as she is so tight and had trouble stretching around me. “I have never had such a big cock inside of me, I don’t know if I can take it” She said, I could feel her entire body tensing from her anxiousness about being able to take the girth of my cock.
“I love you, I have dreamt of this moment from the first time I met you when I came in for my interview. I left the building that day hoping to get the job because I wanted to know the beautiful woman with the most spectacular blue eyes” as I told Vicki this I had slid my hands on her hips and helped ease her down on my cock as I thrusted slowly up into her. “I love you too, and oh fuck are you big” she replied. Her pussy now stretched over me feeling warm, wet and wonderful around my fully engorged dick. Now fully inside of her I sat up and kissed her deep and hard our tongues locked together and holding her tight as she adjusted to the size of me in her pussy. I could feel the tension she had in her body release as we kissed and she started to grind against me.
“Oh fuck that feels so good now” Vicki moaned as she pushed me back down on the bed and started sliding up and down the full length of my shaft ever so slowly at first and gradually speeding up. “You are so beautiful and this feels so good” I said as I thrusted up into her. I played with her breasts and pulled on her nipples, the sensation of this made her moan louder and drive up and down on me faster. She is so small and looked so sexy with her long wet blonde hair as she rode me I never wanted this to end. “Hold on a second, how about like this does that feel good, oh fuck you are hitting me with your cock perfect oh fuck yes” She yelled as she had slid me all of the way in and spun around on me know facing away from me riding me reverse cowgirl. This gave me a perfect view of her little tight ass and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, I grabbed her ass and helped her slide up and down my length. She started rubbing her clit with one hand “Yes, yes that is perfect, oh fuck yes, give me all of your cock oh fuck yes, I am going to cum, cum in me Steve of fuck cum in me” Vicki screamed now in a fury riding my cock. I pushed hard up into and came deep in her pussy and at the same time she shook having a long deep orgasm. Vicki slid off of my cock and laid next to me with her head on my chest and I held her tight. We stayed like this for almost half an hour hardly saying a word, I was caressing her head and back as she gently touched my stomach and groin area, just enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies together. She finally slid up and kissed me deeply, started stoking my cock and whispered in my ear, “Can you do it again, I want you to fuck me again”
“I want nothing more in the world” I replied and kissed her again sliding my hand on her wet pussy, she spread her legs wide inviting me to give her pleasure. I easily slid two fingers into her inviting pussy, still stretched from receiving my cock, and I rubbed my thumb on her clit. She arched her back and let out a loud moan of pleasure, I moved my head down to her breasts and started sucking on her erect nipples. “I want your cock, bring it up here I can’t reach it, I want to suck your cock” she begged. I knelt with one leg on each side of her body and placed my half hard cock next to her inviting mouth. I reached my hand back down to her pussy and slid my fingers back into her making her moan as she grabbed my growing cock and slid it into her mouth. I propped her head up on a couple of pillows so I could drive my cock straight into her inviting mouth. I was not yet fully hard so Vicki was able to take more of my cock, I pushed my dick down into her mouth and held it still allowing her to take as much as she could handle and she was loving it. Sliding her mouth over my shaft and rubbing my cock and balls with her hands she was totally into my dick and wanted it all. All of the time I was persistent with fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her satisfaction with this was growing I could tell from her intensifying moans while trying to swallow my cock. She finally released me from her mouth and yelled “Oh Fuck!!!” and came oozing juice all over my fingers. I thought to myself that I had never been with a woman that could orgasm so easily.
By this time I was hard again and I wanted to fuck her tight pussy. I slid down her body and pushed her legs up and down towards her chest so she was bent in half and gave me clear access to her pussy for my now throbbing cock. She started up at me with her big blue eyes and muttered “Please fuck me, I want to feel all of you in me please give it to me” With that I slid my cock deep into her, not being so patient this time and driving my shaft in balls deep. She was so incredibly tight around my shaft and was so wet and warm, it was perfect. “Shit you are so big, give it to me I want it all, I can take it give it to me” she moaned but wincing as I drove slowly in and out of her. “Let me know if I hurt you and I will stop, but I am going to give you all of me” I said as I started pounding down into her sweet pussy. I was hitting her hard and giving her my full length, making loud slapping sounds of my body smacking down into her pussy. “Oh fuck yes, give me more don’t stop” she yelled as I thrust hard into her. “Keep going I want you to make me cum like this, oh fuck don’t stop” I kept pounding her I was dripping in sweat from my effort and she just kept urging me on until she let out a loud scream and came one more time. I collapsed down on her and kissed her, both of us sweaty and hot and with my big hard cock still inside of her.
“Take me from behind, I bet that will make you cum” She said excitedly like making me cum again was a challenge. She rolled out from under me and positioned herself on her knees on the edge of the bed so I could stand behind her. Vicki’s ass is perfect especially from behind and her pussy was swollen and red, her hole gaping open from the repeated penetration of my cock. I stood behind her and shoved my big cock into her inviting pussy. “Oh yeah, fuck me that feels great fuck me give me you cum baby fuck me” she groaned as I drove hard into her, knowing that if I was going to cum again this is how I would be able to do it and I would have to give it to her hard and fast. “Pull my hair and spank me baby I want you to fuck me good” she demanded. I did as ordered and grabbed her long blonde hair into a pony tail and yanked back on her as I fucked her hard and slapped her on her ass until her cheek was red. I thought to myself this is the same woman that abstained from sex for over a month other than a couple of hand jobs and now she was getting wild and loved my hard fucking of her little pussy, I was surprised.
“Cum in me come on give me your cum” she begged as I pulled on her hair and I pounded into her from behind. Finally after a few more minutes both of us now totally wet with sweat I released inside of her and collapsed on top of her on the bed. The rest of the night we showered again, I ate her pussy in the shower once again because she said it felt so good the first time and we went to bed in each other’s arms our naked bodies entwined as we slept.
I woke in the morning alone in bed, naked and with my usual throbbing morning hard-on. I found my boxers and pants at the foot of the bed that I had left downstairs the night before. I slid on my boxers and that was it as it was warm in the apartment. I waited a moment and went in to the bathroom so my cock could get an opportunity to go down. I did not want to look like a total horn dog running down the stairs being led by my huge hard cock.
I made my way downstairs where Vicki was standing in the kitchen waiting for coffee to brew and looking at her tablet. “Good morning, you look as beautiful as always” I said as I walked over and gave her a deep kiss. She looked up at me and smiled, and she did look beautiful and incredibly sexy. All she was wearing was my dress shirt from the night before, she had the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone so she was covered walking around but I could get a quick glimpse of her naked breast when she moved. The shirt was big enough on her petite little body to go down to her knees. “What are you smiling at” she said giggling at me as I just started at her beauty and sexy little body. “You look so sexy in my shirt, I am such a lucky guy” I said as I walked to her, kissed her and put my hands around her thin waist. “Oh, thanks” she said blushing, “I guess you do find me sexy” she said as she reached down to my now hard cock”
She let go of me and boosted herself up on the counter and undid the bottom few buttons of the shirt and opened it up to give me a great view of her little tits and well groomed pussy. I moved in close to her and we kissed, I slid her ass to the edge of the counter which was the perfect height for me, I pulled down my boxers and slid my cock into her inviting warmth making her gasp in surprise, she was now getting use to my girth and she was dripping wet so my cock gained easy access to her warm wet hole. We kissed the entire time we fucked and I held one of her breasts and played with her nipple which she enjoyed so much. She reached a hand down and rubbed her clit and could feel my shaft sliding in and out of her. We fucked and she rubbed her clit until she came and she felt so good to me I never slowed for her through her orgasm. Vicki whispered in my ear “When you are ready I want to taste your cum, I want to swallow all of you” I said nothing, just kissed her and sped up my thrusting into her wetness. We never broke from our embrace for another couple of minutes until I knew I was going to explode. I pulled out of her and stepped back, Vicki jumped off of the counter and dropped to her knees as I stroked my cock. I released my cock when she grabbed it and placed it in her mouth driving me to completion shooting my full morning load into her mouth, making her gag but she swallowed every last drop and licked me clean.
My shirt fell off of her shoulders to the floor when she stood up and we hugged, it felt so good to have her naked body pressed against me. “You still have your jewelry on, it looks great on you.” I said to her as I lifted her back up onto the counter. “Yeah, I love it, I am never going to take it off, and I will let everyone know that my boyfriend that I love so much gave it to me” Vicki said proudly. “Well your boyfriend loves you too. Who knows someday you might get a ring to match the set” I said before I realized what came out of my mouth. “That would be wonderful” she replied and kissed me.
After a few months I had my divorce finalized with Debbie, it was very amicable as we were both in love with other people and just wanted to move forward with our lives. Vicki and I moved in together after I sold my house from my marriage. She was fantastic to livre with, she was constantly horny and wanted sex all of the time. It was hard to believe that we dated a while without sex because she was so crazy about fucking. We both liked to wake up early in the morning every day and fuck before we went to work. After living together for a month or so I proposed to her on Valentine’s day and we were married the following summer. All of the other women that I had over the past year were understanding of my relationship with Vicki and once they knew of our situation they accepted it.
I ran into Becky one night when we were out and she was now dating someone and was happy. Angela had gone through a few boyfriends, she is good friends with Vicki, and one drunken night she told her that she can’t find a guy with a cock big enough to make her happy. Lena is happily by herself and says found god, but still has Lisa spend the night with her every once in a while. Lisa said she does not feel guilty cheating on her husband when it is with another woman. Tina has found another guy to fuck her at lunch time, I can always tell when she comes back to work when she met with him. Sue is still a total slut, she is not shy about telling me of her sexual adventures and occasionally checks to make sure that I don’t want to fuck her with my big cock. Ashley is still a good friend of mine and she has found a boyfriend I will always watch out and care for her. I heard from Kim a couple of times after her move and she finally told me that she could not contact me anymore as it hurt her too much to talk to me and to not be with me. I wish her well and I hope she finds happiness. Katie got married, she found a guy from what I heard that has a good size dick and just wants oral sex. Katie fell in love. Christine took a job at another company a few weeks after the time we fucked and I never saw her again. Debbie and Linda were married a few months back, now that gay marriage was legalized in our state. They are both very happy we stay in touch on a regular basis. Yan was brought back to China by her parents and did not finish school here. She found such a taste for American cock that she was doing every guy she could on campus. She got pregnant and when her parents found out they brought her back home. Courtney finished school and got married right after graduation. She was fucking a 45 year old wealthy real estate developer that left his wife and kids for Courtney’s tight little ass, she is now a step mom to 15 and 13 year old boys.
All of these women were such an experience and allot of fun, but I am so much happier with just Vicki, I could not ask for more. Besides that I don’t have ass prints and pussy juice on my desk anymore.
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2014.08.09 03:27 nyc-library_login01 MISSING PERSON: Dr. Caroline LaPointe

Hey /nosleep! I'm posting here because this one of my favorite subs. The mold stories, crazy demonic possessions, psycho girlfriends, psychic internet connections, ghosts and killers, I love it all and this subreddit has gotten me through many sleepless and homesick nights over the years. For those who haven't yet I suggest searching by Top/All Time and reading through all the entries of the first few pages. There is some really amazing storytelling there. Which is also why I want to apologize. I am not a writer. At all. I hope you keep that in mind and bare with me through this. Sometimes the message is far more important than how it gets there. I hope.
Over the course of the last 24 hours I've tried posting my story in four other, much more relevant subreddits but it was deleted in all of them by the mods (several overlapping) and I was told that fabricating information and fear-mongering would not be tolerated. When I woke up this morning my IP had been banned in almost every subreddit I went in to, which is why I'm at the library now posting this under a throwaway account. I understand that my lack of verification or proof doesn't really lend any credence to my story which is why I'm posting it here instead, as a work of fiction. Wink-wink.
Here's just a little background information about me first. I'm an 26 year old American, born and raised in NYC, who has been living and studying abroad for the past 4 years in London (I know it sounds like a crazy move but I knew what I wanted and my mother always said, 'in for a penny, in for a pound'). I wanted to get my Doctorate in Sports Medicine and I think that's still going to be my plan, eventually. I had been finishing up my thesis at Queen Mary University of London in England. They have an excellent Sports and Exercise Medicine program where I was enrolled as a physiotherapist. That's all on hold for now. I'll explain what happened in more detail later. More recently though, I have started to travel and work with a beautiful and amazing French woman whom I've been fortunate enough to call my girlfriend for the last year. Her name is Caroline (I always called her Caro) and she is an amazingly loving and caring person. If I close my eyes I can still picture her beautiful bright green eyes and long dark hair. It's totally cheesy to say but I fell in love with her from the moment she first smiled at me.
I had been working in Tottenham, which is in North London and about a 40 minute commute from my apartment near the QMUL. I was working as a physio assistant for the Spurs. For the uninitiated, the Tottenham Hotspur F.C. is one of the premiere football leagues in London. They have a long-standing rivalry with the much more popular and well-known, Arsenal. I had never been crazy about sports growing up in the NYC, especially soccer (sacrilege, I know) but after moving to the UK and making friends, I eventually found myself calling soccer football and enjoying the social aspect of grabbing a few pints with friends and watching a game. This assimilation proved to pay off huge for me in 2012 when I landed a highly sought after position with the Spurs.
My job was great! I mean, I was a part of 'The First Team' for crying out loud! I spent most of my time at the amazing Enfield Training Centre in Tottenham and it was here that it hit me what big business socce-football is. Enfield is a gorgeous, state of the art facility (it had literally just been built when I started working there) which included world-class player preparation areas, pools, a hydrotherapy complex, an altitude room, a large-scale gymnasium and specialty sports rehabilitation suites. This all in addition to a gigantic covered turf pitch and several smaller practice pitches as well (a 'pitch' is just what they call a field over there). It also had me working closely with a ton of the top athletes in England. Assisting the PTs with their daily duties, rehabilitation programs, exercise regimens, eating and nutritional plans, setting up scans & MRIs. It was a completely invaluable learning experience and some of my colleagues were the brightest men and women in their fields that I've had the pleasure of working with. I first met Caroline when she came to Enfield and gave a presentation on head trauma in athletes and wether or not biochemical markers in blood can detect concussions. I'll spare the details but I found it utterly fascinating. It didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was petite but carried herself with the confidence of men twice her size. Her presentation was only ninety minutes but the other doctors and trainers seemed to be clearing out and heading to The First Team Restaurant (yes, we even had our own restaurant inside the facility!) before she was even finished with her closing statements. I was anxious for her to finish as well, although for entirely different reasons.
I had been alternating between hanging on her every word as she strode confidently back and forth in front of her less than attentive audience and daydreaming about asking her to go get a drink with me. If she noticed that no one was really listening to her, she gave no indication. She was passionate, her words clearly rehearsed and important to her. She gestured with her hands and spoke with a heavy but clear French accent. I found myself wondering and wanting to know everything about this woman. Where did she learn English? Where did she study? What was she like outside of a professional setting? Was she fun loving and happy? Obsessed with her work? And most importantly: Was she seeing anyone? And did she live in London? I needed to find out.
Well, unfortunately and fortunately, the answers to my last two questions were both, 'no'. I approached her as she was wrapping up her laptop. Her presentation hadn't even been over for two minutes but we were already the last two people in the room. I'll remember the conversation that happened next for the rest of my life. I bumbled my way through introducing myself and told her how much I enjoyed what she had to say. She smiled and thanked me (a soft, 'Merci', I almost melted right there) and continued to pack her belongings into her bag. I was fidgeting and nervous, so much so that when I went to hand her some of her papers to help her, managed to somehow knock them all off the table on to the floor. She burst out laughing at the horrified reaction on my face and continued to giggle as I picked them up and stammered over an apology. I had 90 minutes to practice that exchange and that was the best I had managed to come up with. A real smooth operator I was. Anyway, I guess she found it cute or at least felt sorry enough for me to let me buy her coffee.
We sat at a table in the First Team Restaurant that was positioned right underneath a giant banner with the Spurs mascot and motto on it in giant blue letters, 'To Dare is to Do'. We talked all that afternoon. At first about her presentation (which I truly was fascinated by) and a lot of other mutual work related interests but eventually as the day went on, we ordered lunch and got a little more personal. Discussing family and friends, where we were from, what we each wanted to do with our lives, everything. As it turned out, Caroline was single. The problem was she didn't live in London, she lived in France.
This crushed me a little bit, when I had first moved to the UK in 2010, I was dating a lovely girl from New York City where I had been living. Her name was Stacy and she was wonderful but when I had decided to move to London, she stayed to pursue her acting career. She was a stage-actress who waited tables. It was such a cliche I know, but she was actually very talented. Stacy and I had decided to try the long-distance relationship thing and make it work because we thought we loved each other. How does that saying go? 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'? For me it was more like, 'absence makes the heart start to wonder'. Our phone calls and Skype chats grew more and more infrequent as the months became a year became almost two. Eventually it got to the point where I didn't even look forward to talking to her. It became a chore, an interruption in my life. To talk and catch her up on the details of the past week, talk about things she'd never see or people she'd never meet. There was just no payoff. No means to an end. I don't know if she felt the same way at first or she sensed how I was feeling. Eventually it just became a fight every time we spoke. How I didn't call enough or send enough pictures. She thought I was seeing someone else and although it couldn't have been further from the truth, I might as well have been. I had decided I wanted to stay in the UK and couldn't be bothered to tell my 'girlfriend' that bit of information. I would unenthusiastically play along when she would talk about our plans upon my return. My great return! Her knight in shining armor coming home at last! I was such an asshole. I should've just told her to move on with her life but I didn't. She got sick of all my bullshit one month shy of two years since I had moved here. Two years without contact. Two years on an invisible leash that I was too much of a coward to cut. I am sorry for all of that. I genuinely have tried to live my life as a good person but that is one thing I do regret; how I handled that situation. Though, to be honest, I don't know if I am handling this one much better.
Forgive me for going off track. It's been a very long few weeks, I've had a splitting headache and I really needed to get some of this out there while I have the opportunity. I promise though that it's all connected. The reason I bring up Stacy is that by the time I met Caroline I had sworn off the idea of a long-distance relationship forever. Even typing those words makes me shudder. What can I say though, I'm a hopeless romantic. By the end of that first day together I had somehow convinced this brilliant and gorgeous French woman to let me have her number and looking back, it completely changed the course of my life.
We stayed in touch from that day forward and would talk frequently. Caro was a Hematologist. Dr. Caroline LaPointe. She did most of her research with Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF for short) or as you probably know them, Doctors Without Borders. She loved to talk about her work. She would talk for hours about blood and genetics, virology, mutations, she could go on and often did, well into the night and early hours of the morning, while I sat on the other end of the phone and listened, trying to keep up with the medical jargon and her excitement. When Caroline would get really excited she would slip back in to speaking French and then laugh before apologizing to me. I know, doesn't exactly sound romantic but I loved every minute of those conversations. I didn't even mind that I was getting far less sleep than I should; staying up late on the phone with Caro and stumbling through my morning training sessions at Enfield. Eventually we began to visit each other. It was roughly a 12 hour drive but at the time I didn't care. I was in love again. We made plans to move in together, we would talk about job opportunities here in London for her and ones in France for me. This time I wasn't going to let someone slip away from me because of distance.
I imagine most of my romanticized way of thinking is why, when Caroline suggested I work with MSF and we could both work and travel together, I jumped on the idea. I mean, it was crazy. I knew it was, even back then. More so looking back now. It hadn't even been a year we'd been together but she was dead-set on working abroad and I was determined to not repeat what happened with Stacey. I did raise the question with Caroline of what exactly I would do for MSF but she simply said I would act as her research assistant and if MSF wanted her bad enough (and they did) they would accept it. I couldn't believe I was just going to throw away everything I was building for myself in London but I reasoned that I could always return and resume my studies and that I would never meet another woman like Caroline.
That was in December. Our lives have been a whirlwind since then. I quit my job with the Spurs and said 'au revoir' to Enfield and moved into Caroline's apartment in France temporarily while she worked on grant proposal for MSF. It turned out that Caro was much more passionate about her work than even I could've imagined. She wanted to go to Guinea in West Africa. I remember that conversation very vividly still. Put yourself in my shoes. Here I am, a fool in love, having just given up his life's accomplishments to be with a woman I just met. With schmaltzy dreams of traveling the world and making love in different tropical paradises. Helping local surfers and farmers with their leisure-related injuries while my girlfriend worked away in an air-conditioned laboratory punching in data and running tests. At night, we would dine on fresh fish that had been caught that day, sip on mojitos and sit by fires on the beach. Jesus, I was so fucking stupid. How did I manage to get this far in life yet still be so naive? So you can imagine my surprise when she tells me we are going to one of the biggest shitholes on the planet (pardon my French). I should've seen it coming. Of course a Hematologist is going to want to go to West Africa, you dummy. Have you even heard of AIDS? I suppose I still could've backed out at that point. God knows I should have. Of course, me writing this means I didn't.
The final step in Caroline's grant was approved at the end of March. In my mind, this was all happening incredibly fast and every rational part of my brain was screaming at me to go back to Enfiend. Apparently though, Caroline had been working on getting this grant proposal approved at the various stages for a while now. Drafts and rewrites, more drafts and more rewrites; she had been going back and for with MSF for over a year. In the end, it turned out that MSF wasn't the one that approved the final draft of her proposal. It was the CDC that stepped in and took interest (I only found this out after the fact. I never heard any mention of the CDC until we were already in Guinea). Seeing how critical her work was to the current situation in West Africa, they fast-tracked the whole thing. MSF just went along with it and allowed Caroline to work with the CDC because joint-research facility in West Africa had already been established and Caroline had a contact there, a man named Dr. Martel who Caroline had studied with in France. MSF had doctors on the ground and contact in Guinea but they were in way over their heads by this point in time and couldn't fund Caroline's grant by themselves. They had no choice in the end really. They needed both Caroline and the CDC.
Her grant would take us to the National Center for Emerging and Zoonotic Infectious Diseases (NCEZID), in Conakry, which is the capital of Guinea in West Africa. She wanted to study the mutations of bloodborne viruses and see if they could become what she called, 'flyers'. She would constantly say it would only take one small mutation for a bloodborne virus to become airborne. She was convinced this was already happening in West Africa with a mutation of the Ebola Zaire virus. 'Airborne Ebola'! This was another phrase I didn't hear mentioned (conveniently) until we were already in Conakry. I don't know if Caroline intentionally withheld the true purpose of her research from me in order to not scare me off. I don't think she did. I also don't think it would've changed much. We left on the 28th of May; boarded an Air France flight right into the 9th circle of Hell.
Dr. Alexis Martel (Alex for short), picked us up from the airport in Conakry. When we arrived, he was standing there wearing one of those disposable dust masks you see construction workers wear sometimes. He was completely disheveled. His curly dark hair was matted and greasy. He was tall and thin and looked like he had been wearing the same clothes for days. Instead of shaking our hands he handed us each our own mask, which we each put on without further instruction. I remember thinking how bloodshot his eyes were. He insisted we take his little Mitsubishi sedan straight from the airport to his laboratory which was also in Conakry. Caroline didn't have to be at the NCEZID or report to the CDC and MSF for another few days, so we decided we would just check in at the hotel that we were staying at later and agreed to go with Alex. He spoke quickly as he drove, slipping in and out of French (much like Caroline would), almost in a panic, talking about how bad this mutation of the virus was. It was hard to hear from the backseat with him talking through his mask but I did hear him talking to Caroline about how long it was incubating for and he reverted back to speaking French at that point but he said, '6 semaines dans un patient', which is, '6 weeks in one patient' before he really got animated and started speaking faster than I could understand. I do also remember hearing 'faux-négatif' and 'impossible à faire'. He was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat the entire time he was telling us this. He kept having to remove his glasses to use his sleeve and wipe his brow as he raced past cars that were still actually going the speed limit. I could tell from the backseat all of this was making Caroline incredibly nervous. I leaned forward and put my hand reassuringly on his sweat-soaked shoulder, which was radiating heat and told him to ease up a bit. He was definitely running a fever. He just kept repeating the phrase, 'vous n'auriez pas dû venir ici'. Which means, 'You shouldn't have come here'.
By the time we arrived at Alex's lab, we had learned that he had just come from a crude, make-shift field laboratory in Kailahun, Sierra Leone, where he had been staying for the last few nights. The CDC and WHO were beginning to set up a treatment centers for the patients in that area because every doctor and hospital was completely overwhelmed by the virus. Alex had been inaugural in this operation and urged them in getting the facilities up and running as quickly as possible to try to quarantine the patients and minimize the exposure to other medical personnel. He kept saying to us that this should've been done months ago and that things were already out of control. He was completely frantic, pacing back and forth in his small laboratory while Caroline and I stood there, jet-lagged and with our luggage bags in tow, wearing these stupid dust masks and utterly terrified at what this man was telling us.
Alex's lab was smaller and much less 'official' than I had imagined. I suppose I thought that due to the deadly nature of his research, the CDC would have pulled out all the stops to make sure Dr. Martel was protected; but when we arrived it seemed that anyone could just walk right in and help themselves to God knows what. Alex must've noticed my concern because he told me that normally there is was guard that comes in the evenings and watches the building all night. A local man named Timur, who Alex said he trusted and who had been vetted by the CDC, but who Alex hadn't seen since he left for Kailahun. He told us that he was worried about him. He had given Timur a prepaid cell-phone when he first started working for Alex and it was shut-off now which was very unlike him, according to Alex. Alex knew that Timur lived with his wife and five children in Boffa. Boffa is a port and small fishing town Guinea just north of Conakry and the chatter coming from that area was reporting that they were starting to see cases of the Ebola Zaire virus there now too. Alex joked that he also missed the Cachupa, a traditional West African stew, that Timur's wife would make for the two of them to share on the nights they worked together.
The building itself only had two rooms and from the outside you would never know that it housed one of the world's deadliest pathogens; it looked like any other building or home in the area. From the exterior, the building was squat and only had a single floor. The walls were concrete (like most the other buildings in the area) and all were painted in an ugly pinkish color. There were two front-facing windows visible from the road; one on either side of a thick, grey steel door (to passerby's, the steel door and array of antennas on the roof were really the only things that would let anyone know this wasn't just a normal residence in the area) and both were fitted with wrought iron bars that had been covered with cardboard from the inside. Upon entering the facility, it was much cooler, thanks to a high-tech A/C unit that sat in a window along the back of the building. There was also an emergency generator directly beneath it. The main room was divided in half with a thick piece of plastic sheeting that ran along the length of the room on a track that had been bolted into the floor and ceiling. The space on the other side of the thick plastic was cast in a glowing blue hue from UV lights that had been installed all along the ceiling. There was also a small decontamination shower located in the center of the room where the plastic curtain parted to allow someone to walk between the two spaces.
The second, smaller room had a toilet and a small living quarters where Alex had apparently been sleeping before he left for Kailahun. He told us he hand't been home to see his wife or young son in over three weeks. Caroline eventually was able to convince Alex (who was still frantically pacing and talking about the virus) to lay down and take a nap while she looked over his work. She promised him that we would be there when he woke up. He seemed to respond well to Caroline and I remember briefly wondering what the extent of their relationship had been. After Alex was asleep in the other room, I wound up getting into a huge argument with Caroline. Our first fight as a couple. It wasn't quite as light-hearted as I had imagined. I wanted to get the fuck out of there. She wanted to stay. We fought in hushed voices before I eventually conceded and moped in the corner for the rest of the night while Caroline went over Alex's work. She confirmed the situation was bad. A lot of the technical detail went over my head but basically this mutation of the Ebola Zaire virus had an incredibly long incubation time in the body, in Alex's research one patient, a healthy young male, had carried the virus for six weeks before presenting any symptoms! He died three days after that. Another man, a farmer, originally presented with the flu and tested negative for the virus. He was then sent home by his doctor where he went on living for another month before falling ill and spreading the virus to at least 8 other known cases and 6 fatalities. This made the virus a nightmare to quarantine as carriers are showing false-negatives on blood tests and being let go back to their normal lives where they turn into a ticking time-bomb. It wasn't until Alex stepped in that anyone realized they were dealing with a different mutation of the virus that has a longer incubation time and higher fatality rate.
By the time the sun came up that next day we were exhausted. Both mentally and physically. But a decision had been reached. Caroline would stay and assist Alex with his research. She was worried at how woefully under-equipped and under-staffed both the CDC and her colleagues were to deal with this virus. In her mind it was, 'all able bodies to the front lines'. There was never any hesitation on her part. Despite my pleading that we could leave at any time and let someone else handle this, she just said, 'Dare est de faire'. This was the Spurs motto, the banner we had sat under in First Team Restaurant where we first met. I decided I was going to stay too. As my mother would say, 'Dans un sou, dans un livre'
Alex never woke back up. Well, not really anyway. We had to move Alex and his bed to the other side of the room, on the other side of the divider, taking every precaution in doing so. Both Caroline and myself donning white hazmat suits, the cheaper version of the yellow ones you see on television and in movies, carried the dying French doctor and his mattress to the floor in the far corner of the lab. We did this both so Caroline could monitor him more easily and for our own safety. I watched in horror, from the other side of that plastic curtain, as the virus ravaged that poor man for the next four days. We stayed with him the whole time, me on the outside of the containment room and Caroline back and forth, taking blood samples from him, trying to talk to him. 4 awful days. At one point he became lucid. Caroline was in there with him when that happened. I must've been asleep. She told me he was angry, he had been careful and he could not remember any time when he would've been in direct contact with the virus. He said he had some flu like symptoms and fatigue but that had been over two months ago and he had felt perfectly fine since. Two hours later he bled out of every orifice on his body and died.
Caroline was pretty distraught but also determined. We gathered up our things and Alex's research and left for our hotel. Finally. Almost a week in West Africa and neither of us had even properly showered with the exception of decontamination showers Caroline took while dealing with Alex and I took on the way out just for good measure. Things settled down for a little bit after that. Caroline reported to the NCEZID with Alex's research and reported his death to the CDC so they could go and claim the body and secure the lab. I slept. I had been much more fatigued from the trip than I had initially thought.
I think it was about six weeks that things went on like this. Things are a little fuzzy during that time. Caroline would come home and tell me horror stories from the treatment centers where she would help out once or twice a week, when she wasn't in her lab. How they would be attacked by confused and angry locals. Locals who didn't understand that she was trying to help, who didn't understand why they couldn't have the bodies of their loved ones back to bury according to their customs. Their suits would grabbed and torn at by sick patients who wanted to go home. They would spit on her visor. Spit their diseased saliva right at her face! The patients who weren't restrained were getting up and running away. Terrified people who were confused and didn't understand what was happening, carrying a deadly, highly-contagious virus were running back to their families! It was madness. She would cry. It made me want to cry. I couldn't do anything to help her but beg her to leave before either of us got sick and I did just that every night. I could tell she was coming around to the idea. She could do her work remotely. She had proven herself here, she didn't need to stay. She was worth far more to this fight alive rather than sick or dead. I would tell her all of these things. I know selfishly I just wanted to leave myself but still refused to leave Caroline behind. She was the only thing I had left.
Last week it all finally changed. I had been sick all morning on the toilet from some bad food we must've eaten. Caroline came in around 6pm and I could hear her calling my name. I came out of the bathroom to a look of horror on her face. She looked terrified. She didn't say anything and recoiled when I stepped towards her. She started sobbing and saying 'je ne peux plus faire ça' and 'im désolé'. She must've been sick. She must have not wanted to infect me. She covered her mouth and continued to cry as she left our apartment. That was the last time I saw Caroline. I composed myself and tried to track her down at her lab but she wasn't there anymore. Her colleagues told me she had packed up her research a little while ago and left in a hurry. They told me all of this through thick biohazard suits. They tried to grab at me and get me to sit and calm down but I pushed them back and ran.
I think Caroline might be sick. I will find out what happened to her. After she left me, I was alone. I was sad and homesick. I needed to get out of this hellhole and back home with my family to regroup. I needed to see my family.
So, that's where I've been the last few days. I'm staying at home with my mom in her apartment in the city. I thought being home would make me feel better but it hasn't really. I've been really fatigued lately and my stomach is doing much worse than it was last week. I'm heading home now, I'm tired and I've been here all day but tomorrow I'm going to come back to do some more searches and see if I can't find out any information about where Caroline is. I don't have any of her pictures with me here today but I fear she might be out there and sick. This virus is a lot worse than anyone anticipated and I need to find her before it's too late. It gets pretty crowded here in the afternoon so hopefully I'll be able to get a computer. I'll update you guys when I can.
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