Wendy was busy that night; in fact she actually did have to wash her hair, having had an altercation with a beehive, a subsequent application of ointments to her scalp, and a seven a.m. shift the next morning.
Colin, who had thought it was time to move beyond the random texting, was not well-pleased by her response.
“You cunt,” he texted. “Your too fat anyway. I was only feeling sorry for you.”
Wendy had a long soak in a hot bathtub, pleased to have clean hair, happy to have avoided a date with Colin, tired and relatively content, until she logged into Facebook, from bed, on her laptop.
“I hope your raped and sodomized by a gorilla,” said the post from Colin Gibbons. She hadn’t known his last name until that moment. His grammar and spelling were below par.
“I know where you live, bitch,” he wrote. “I can see you. My friends wanna fuck you too.
Even though your a fat cow.”
Wendy blocked and banned his account, but not before he posted a picture of a woman performing a sexual act on a donkey.
After work the following morning, the red light on the land line phone blinked, indicating there was a message waiting. She decided not to listen to the message, and deleted it.
She looked out the apartment window and saw a man with a camera. Perhaps he was taking pictures of the building for a rental listing, as she knew several units were coming available at month’s end.
Her cousin Amos called her on her cell, and having checked her on Facebook, asked if she was all right. Wendy burst into tears.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said, “But I am not all right.”
“Don’t tell anyone?”
“If they know how scared I am, how hurt and demoralized and disillusioned and how much I want to crawl into a dark hole and hide… they would be happy, they win.”
“They? This was Colin Something.”
“Add Louis, Carl, Roger A., and a few others I am trying to forget, and you have a picture of my life since February.”
Amos begged her to be safe, then logged off his phone and set it gently on the counter. Seven threats, seven attacks, since February? It seemed unlikely. Was she being too sensitive? Perhaps she should be a little more careful, a little more diplomatic when she turned a guy down?
Wendy considered deleting her Facebook account, once and for all. She considered avoiding nights out with her friends, or any social engagements where she might meet someone. Maybe she would avoid contact for a little bit. But she vowed not to delete her Facebook account. That would mean they won.