[wme]

It's me, and it's been a while since I've posted. I'm trying to edit more, and I don't really know how far this story will go. Maybe it will never go farther than one post, depending on the response of the comments that come back. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If you do, let me know, so that I don't feel that there is no audience. Those of you who like it, but don't have an account, come on. Get an account. It's free last time I checked. Constructive criticism is encouraged, however, hating is not.


Brian's the name. Women is the game. My name is Brian. I'm a scrawny guy with a lot of attitude. I've broken a couple of heats. My heart's been broken a couple of times. That's love for you, never mind it. But this time, it'd been some time from my last heart break, and I'm feeling wild and single. Go to bars. Drink a little. Flirt with women. One-night-stand at their apartment. Get out before they even wake up.

I was at my house one day, preparing for work. I work as a lawyer at a large charity organization, Ani-corp.: The least heard-of animal support organization I'm familiar with. It was all routine. I accuse and sue as much as I can. Every dollar I bring in to my charity, is more I get back. Practically any move against the animals I "protect" is an excuse to sue. It's my job to keep my eyes open for any angle I can get. If it has a chance, I'll sue. I can't count how many rich families I've taken down over property rights. I'll never look back.

Then one day, I got a letter. Not just any ordinary letter, but I didn't know it. It had a perfume-like scent, and a pink envelope. Probably one of my exes. I throw it out, quickly and ignore it for now.

The next day, in the mail, I get a similar letter. Just the same, except on the front, it read "NOT JUNK OR AN EX- OPEN OR SUFFER". I grab my letter opener, and prepare for the worst. It's very weird, but the weirdness is equally matched by curiosity.