Chapter 39: Emily - Healthy and Happy!

I was a bit stunned at what Paula said. She had always seemed so sure of herself, and nothing seemed to bother her. All I could do was watch her leave.

As I got back over to the computer, I saw the screens start flickering as hundreds of little windows popped up and got resized automatically. Centered on one monitor was Emily's video chat window. Underneath that was a chat box for the web chat site. I saw two small boxes with MSN and Skype. Both had "inactive" over them. To the right of chat were all the videos she had allowed into a video chat with her. These windows would enlarge when they typed and until their messages scrolled off Emily's main chat window. On the left were the videos she was watching. Emily had pretty good taste in who she allowed to video chat with her. She must have set approval on for each request because I only saw boys or girls popping up, none of the scuzzy old Internet trolls I saw were watching her. When I had been on a site like this on my parent's junk computer, girls there always had some guy popping in with his dick in his hand. Sometimes they were kicked immediately, other times the girls would tease them some. I think most were videos since I never saw a guy cum on any of them.

That was a different story for the guys who were popping up on the other monitor when they typed to her, at least those with some type of camera. Many were sleazy hairy old fat dudes trying to get her to show some skin. Surprisingly, there were also some girls and women, based on the videos I saw when they typed, trying to get her to show skin too. Emily was really enjoying playing along as she told them they needed to give her coins or gifts first. None of them seemed to want to do that.

Yeah put up or shut up creeps!

After a while, she finally got tired of it and started banning a few, like that did much good. When she got frustrated, she must have decided to give them a peek.

I knew the view she showed them very well. It was of the big scar in her side that went up to just under her small breast. It still had that purplish tone to it, but it had faded some more. She went on to say she had a lot of skin like that to show them if they wanted. That worked better than banning and caused some of the fat bastards and gross women to troll elsewhere.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement in one of the videos she had allowed to show in her chat room.

It was a girl who looked maybe fifteen or sixteen who got up and turned her back to the camera. Without any real fanfare or sexy posing, her shirt and bra were off. The girl put her hands over her boobs as she turned around to face the camera. Moving closer to the camera I saw she had a big scar right down between her boobs that then split off in two angles like an upside-down Y. It looked so recent I could still see the little lines from the stitches used to close her up. I just caught sight of a nipple as she let her hands down for a quick flash before pulling her shirt back on.

"I am so glad they never had to crack my chest," I heard Emily's angelic voice say from speakers hidden away somewhere. The sound was all around me.

The girl on the chat replied, "I wished they had asked me before they cracked mine open. Instead, they just sliced me all up to get around to laser out over a hundred medium-sized tumors crushing all of my organs. One day, there was no sign of anything, the next I could barely breathe and collapsed. They had no choice but to get in there quickly. It took four surgery teams working round the clock for two days to get them all. But hey, I am here to bitch about it, you know? Once they are sure it won't happen again I am supposed to go see some plastic surgeon that will make it all nice and pretty. It will always be there. I can just deal with it."

That got a boy, also in the video chat, to stand up in just his briefs to show off the scars all over his back, sides, chest, legs and then down to the shaved base of his dick. He said he had something similar. Instead of just unzipping him down the front, the doctors went on a scavenger hunt.

This started two other girls in the chat to start showing off their various scars. Emily did a tour of hers as they chatted about how they got each one. I had seen all of Emily's scars, so I started looking at all the other video feeds that were watching her. I made sure I was not sending any of them my video feeds. If my computer could hack their feeds, then someone could do the same to mine.

It seems all the creeps had weak stomachs. Not long after everyone began showing off scars, the number of people watching slowly started dropping. As soon as things changed to the gross details surrounding each scar, the room really cleared out. There were still a few diehard lurkers, so I looked them all over. Just putting the pointer over their video made that one enlarge. Despite all the hype in the news, there were not many guys sitting there jacking off watching the video chat. I was surprised to see that a lot of the girls watching were at least topless, from what I could see in their videos, as they watched the chat. I wonder if they are sitting there completely naked knowing someone might be hacking their camera to watch them?

Not too much later Emily said good-bye to the people in the chat and closed out her web client. A message popped up to ask I wanted to keep watching all the other videos that had been watching Emily. I clicked no to get it to go away. The screens blinked and only my video of Emily remained. Without even being asked by the computer, I started to see her browser come up as she started searching around for me. I could see she got more and more frustrated as completely irrelevant results were returned. With my last name, she was searching all over for a boy named David, who had recovered from a long coma at the hospital. After that she expanded to my town followed by the state. Whatever was letting me see her video and browser must have been blocking her attempts. I was sure of it when she came across my old My Space page I had planned to delete just before the accident. It had a very old picture of me from sixth grade that looked close enough to how I looked now. A message popped up asking me if it should block her, obscure my dumb kid details of where I lived, or just completely wipe the data from the My Space servers.

Saying to no-one in particular, "Let her see just enough to know that it is me and then clear it all off the servers permanently."

Like magic, she was looking over much of my page without getting to see where I went to school, where I lived, or anything that would give her enough details to track me down. I watched her face light up as she found some of the posts I had there about my accidents that should have killed me. When she tried to click to get more information, she got a 'page not found' error. Before she could even hit her back button, all of my data had been wiped off the main servers, backup servers, and catalogs for disk based data backups. I got a few second's glimpse of an email sent to some special group at My Space. There was some cryptic language in it listed by account ID and told them to immediately remove any trace of it from all offsite backups. I barely got to read part of the last paragraph before it disappeared from the screen. What I had read seemed to be legalese referring to Homeland Security and FBI.

I asked out loud to show me how much searching she had been doing on me since she left the hospital. The computer popped up a big list with + signs at the beginning of each search session with numbers of searches to the right. I clicked one and saw that she went to 64 different people finder sites. I know these cost real money. There were also lines showing how she searched Google, Bing, Yahoo, Dog Pile, Alta Vista search and tons of image sites. Emily looked for me every way most really smart people would do when they are not all super smart on computers like Paula.

I forgot I had tried to get Skype to work on my Parent's computer back when I had My Space account. I had put my Skype ID on My Space just to show off I had one. Frustrated with getting blocked at My Space, she started to search Skype for an ID like the one she had seen. A message popped up on the screen asking me if I wanted to let her "find" me on Skype for a quick video chat. It would appear to her like she was using Skype, but instead would be an encrypted chat between our two computers. The message noted there would be absolutely no traces to show we ever had any communication.