Things like stamp collecting and knitting came to mind when he thought of hobbies. Cooking was something a person did because you had to eat.
“But we’re talking about you, not me.” Leaving the bed, she grabbed another bottle of wine from the mini fridge. “Besides having sex and eating chocolate, what do you enjoy doing?” she asked.
A guitar riff exploded from the clothes pile, letting him know he’d received a text message. The first one he’d gotten all day. He didn’t expect it to be important, but he’d check the device anyway.
“I think playing the guitar would make an excellent hobby. And you’re good at it,” she said while he extricated his pants from the pile.
As promised, Jen had found some videos of him playing in college and brought them with her to their parents’ house on Friday night.
The sound repeated as he pulled the phone out of the pocket.
Since he hadn’t received any more sexually explicit messages, he’d figured either the person realized they’d been sending them to the wrong Keith, as unlikely as that was, or they’d decided to stop.
Clearly, he’d been wrong.
Hi Keith. Do you miss me?
He didn’t expect an answer, but he’d ask anyway.
Who is this?
You know who this is, sweetie.
Following the newest message, a video thumbnail popped up on the screen.
The intelligent thing would be to delete the entire thread, turn off the phone, and climb back into bed with Maddie. But, instead, his curiosity won out, and he pressed play.
Some 80s ballad he recognized from a movie assaulted his ears as a woman pleasuring herself filled the phone’s screen. “Fuck.”
When he hit play, he hoped to see whoever sent the message, but not this part of her.
“What’s the matter?” Maddie asked.
Keith considered and dismissed making something up in the same breath. Then, handing her the phone, he drained the wineglass she’d filled.
He heard the woman in the video moan.
“Who the hell sent you this?”
“I have no fucking idea.” But he wished he did. Then maybe he could do something about it. What, he didn’t know at the moment, but he’d figure something out.
Grabbing the wine bottle, Keith refilled his glass and took another drink from it before telling Maddie everything. “Last week, I got a message from someone that read like a script to a porn movie. I told them they had the wrong person. The next day, I got another, and it included my name.”
Maddie’s mouth took on an unpleasant twist. And Keith couldn’t tell if she was mad at him, the woman in the video, or both. His money was on the last.
“This woman doesn’t have the wrong person.” Maddie handed him back the phone and returned to the bed. “Why would a woman send you this kind of stuff now? And why isn’t she sharing her name? What does she have to hide?”
I wish I knew.
“No clue.”
“Do you remember going out with anyone who used a messaging app?”
He’d already asked himself that question and, not surprisingly, came up blank. It’d been about seven months since he stopped seeing Lisa, the woman he’d dated before Maddie. They’d been together for about two months. Before her, he’d gone out with Krystal a handful of times, but they’d never slept together. Between her and Molly, who he’d been with for about a month and a half, he’d gone to dinner with several women. But, as far as he remembered, none had used a messaging app.
“Nope.”
“Anything in the video look familiar?”