E-mail systems can be a real pain in the ass. I once worked at a place with an in-house message system in which you couldn't see the name of the person your were messaging after you'd typed it in and began writing the message itself. Half the time, I had to cancel the process and start over, afraid that I was actually on the verge of mailing the message to the person that I'd spent a couple of hundred words lambasting.
Now, what if instead of one wrong address, we're talking about your entire address book? And what if, instead of some simple content, you were sending a copy of a story you needed your editor to look at before posting it on an online erotica site?
That's the marvelous premise for "My Secret Life," and SoCalOvid's tale of the days following that fateful mouse click is great fun. It's filled with humor, and addresses the possibility of all the truths that hatch out when a little smut is introduced into the equation.
And while it's part nightmare, it's also part fairy tale that any anonymous writer of these kinds of stories would welcome. Everyone loves a happy ending . . .