Page 58 of Ripped & Shipped
When I got on Instagram last night, I never expected to see what I saw. The sheer volume of comments about me was overwhelming. It felt like that time my costume pants fell down during the class play in fourth grade, and instead of being the woodcutter, I stood on the stage of Bordeaux Elementary with my yellow boxers exposed for all to see.
No one cared if the Big Bad Wolf was about to eat Little Red Riding Hood when my little yellow boxers stole the show. I’ve never been a fan of all-eyes-on-Chris, let alone, all-eyes-on-Chris when he looks like a half-dressed version of the man in the yellow hat from Curious George—assuming his commitment to yellow goes all the way to his undergarments.
Whenever Duke runs out of things to tease me about, he’ll bring up that memory.Hey Chris, flashed any crowds your golden undies lately?OrChris, I’m in the market for some new underwear. Know where I can get some the color of a school bus? You know, something that says, yield, or caution in the bedroom?
Don’t feel too badly for me. I have plenty of ammo to use on Duke too. And I don’t hesitate to use it when the time’s right.
But it wasn’t the number of comments on Ella Mae’s posts, or the way people were saying they wanted us to date that got to me.
It’s this one guy.
There’s more than one guy commenting on every post about how beautiful Ella Mae is, proposing things they’d like to do with her, or trying to get her to respond to them.
I noticed she never does answer those types of comments. She lets the flattery or advances sit there unattended. I respect that.
But this one guy, beefitupfitnessdude, seems to be more aggressive in his efforts than most of the others. He’s obsessed. What’s most concerning is the pattern of progression. He’s escalating.
So, I went to Aiden’s to see what he thinks. After he did a little teasing of me for being on Instagram at all, and then taunted me as to why I’m so interested in Ella Mae, I was able to convince him I’m just concerned for her safety. Aiden and I both work in the cyber world.
I’m employed by the Department of Defense. The restrictions of my position make it so I can’t just go fishing into anyone’s background. Icould. But I also could get into a heap of trouble, and maybe even lose my position if anyone found out. So, the next best thing is to get my best friend to go digging for me. He’d never let anyone know I asked him. And this way, I’ll know what’s going on at a root level with this guy who’s giving off stalker-vibes.
Aiden can hunt and remain undetected.
So, he did.
We found this guy’s IP address. An IP address identifies a network or device on the internet. Every interaction online has a source and the IP address is like a physical street address, only it’s online.
And we found it. The follower who keeps making inappropriate comments to Ella Mae lives here in Ohio. We saw his city, zip code, and area code. Looks like he’s somewhere in the Columbus area. Just our luck. It would be nice if he were in somewhere like Greenland, or Antartica.
Needless to say, I’m concerned.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Soldier?” Ella Mae asks.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to smash something—hopefully not me.”
“I don’t want to smash you.”
I smirk.
Ella Mae knows I don’t want to smash her. She’s just doing what she does. Trying to get a rise out of me.
“Okay. So, what’s up?”
“I saw the comments on your posts from last week.”
“Oh? And how did you see those?”
She’s smiling, looking up at me through her lashes.
“I um … I got online.”
“On Instagram?”
“Yep.”
“With an account?”
