Tracey being on night shift, Bill on days, they didn't see each other too much. A light snow brought them together. Paired up, they checked door entrances to buildings, applying salt and sand as needed.
Since it was a light snow, there wasn't much to do. They rode the campus in a golf cart talking. Quite comfortable with each other, they exchanged cell phone numbers.
Luckily each has high texting on their phones. Bits of information through numerous texts, the new friends became closer ones.
Tracey learned that Bill is a aspiring writer. Loves to cook, has gardens, well why not, he is a groundsman.
Tracey loves dogs, reads everything, a ghost enthusiast like Bill. They were planning a tour of a haunted prison.
When Tracy asked Bill if she could read his stories, he wasn't sure. He never showed his work before, but he agreed, on one condition. Just because their friends, she couldn't just praise it. If she thought it bad, needed work, she had to tell him. Tracey agreed.
On Thursday, Bill put a folder in Tracey's mailbox before he clocked out. That night, as he was getting ready for bed, she sent him a text. "Got your story, nite." He text nite back, then went to bed.
In the morning, he discovered his mistake. Bill wrote ghost stories, but he also dabbled in adult stories. Hard core ones in fact, he saw he gave Tracey the wrong story. A story about a woman he became friends with on a site. How the two of them would make deep love if they ever met, was the one she was reading.
Every morning, Bill or Tracey would text good morning to the other. He was afraid to, he pictured her getting half way down page one before setting fire to it. Their friendship gone in the smoke.
"You there?" He didn't know what to say back. Seconds turned into minutes before he finally said yes. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Loved your story." He read it five times before it sunk in. She was not mad, she didn't burn it, she didn't hate him. Still, he quickly text, "I'm sorry I gave you wrong story."
"Don't be, I really loved it, but I don't believe it."
"The story is about you and a woman online?"
"Does she really believe your nine inches and can go for hours?"
To be a writer, the writer must do two things. Read and write, which Bill does, he can also read in between the lines.
"I am and I can"
"LOL Your have to prove it to me"
"Give me directions to where you live"