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Johannes stared at the screen in frustration, trying to remember how this all works. A muffled moan drifts from his bed.

“Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit!” spits Johannes in obvious irritation. He pokes at the mouse with his hand watching the little cursor moving as he prods the plastic along his desk.

Another moan floats out from the bed. “If you don’t shut your mouth I swear I’ll make you wish you’d never been born!” Johannes barks.

Finally he manages to click the thread, reading slowly his eyes widen as he takes in the words.

“I'm always up for a cosy little shindig. Count me in.

Catherine Moore”

“Get the fuck out of my bed and out of my house you worthless slut.” Johannes spits in a barely controlled fashion. A hurried sound of movement comes from the bedroom followed by the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut.

“Catherine…My Catherine?” Johannes says showing a slight hint of sadness.