THE FIRST NOTICE OF THEIR FOOLING

Beginning My Task
Well, well, Mr Patrick, Mr. Pedro… You are not the main subject of this memorial work of mine, but I decided to mention you early in this chapter, because I favoured you somehow or other when I was teamed up with Sweethmartha and Sandgom in that rarity of “ghosting” flatteries for you. I was tasked to cheat men into chat. I do not repent of having almost perfectly executed my task, but I would have pleased myself with the notice of having matched you with Sandgom and Sweetmartha, respectively. I transgressed some rules of the “site” and I counselled both women, with the hope of mitigating the grievousness of our wrongs. Notwithstanding, our volitions resulted in an irremediable antagonism, and our dissents unfriended us. I do not know what has become of Sandgom and Sweetmartha. I do not mean to become a vituperator of them, but to denounce the concealed facts concerning both “agencies”: the one in Florida and the other in Medellín.
I was confessedly one of best “on line cheaters” during the last six months I worked in the “agency”. It was for sure a promotion as unexpected as the job itself. I am thinking back to my first three hours in that “upstairs house-office”… I am precluding suddenly this remembrance… I will begin rather with the Babydoll’s telephoning to me, one week before my first three hours… She said that it was about “translating” in a live chat for marriageable women… I do not know when and how did Babydoll begin this business of having men fooled on line… She never mentioned the words CHEAT, CHEATER or CHEATED… I was supposed to “translate” amatory talks… I came submissively to that “house-office”, an eve of 2008 August, without suspecting myself to be under an alternate “fooling” in which, once I know the unnamed reality, I should not care for it, but smile away any attempt to denominate it. Every one was to act a part in this comedy, but no one should change the title of this one: “Serious Women in Search of a Husband”. I am not hyperbolizing at all with such word as this of “comedy”, for the facts posterior to every chat session in the “house-office” evidenced the hilarious effect of fun. In this comical series, produced by Babydoll and her Florida allied agency, Latinmelody was the school teacher; Eve, the bank accountant; and Rubi, the environmentalist. This trio of comedians was the Babydoll’s staff when I began my work there and all three had been curiously housed in the “house-office” as result of a womanly covenant of several sly terms. They remained congenially there from Monday to Saturday before noon. Monday and Saturday eve were intended for rejoining family, friends and betrothed… The Latinmelody’s teachership, the Eve’s accountantship and the Rubi’s environmentalism were unrealities presented as professions to the on line men; so, they used to leisure for hours… Early in the day, their “leader”, Babydoll, composed incuriously the “day letter” for them to send to as many men as possible before darkness —they four thought pertinaciously that the first hours of night were the fittest to meet men in chat. The four or fives lines constituting this common letter mediated the “day lie” —I dreamt of you last night, for example— and a promise of wearing mini skirt by the time they would be on Web Camera. Ah! The camera! How lucrative it is! If the WEB camera standing before these women would have panned around the computer room, men would have seen Babydoll, SH or Gloria B urging for “poses” instead of mere sittings. None of Babydoll’s staff was able to precise how many “pesos” (Colombian money) their video streaming was worth… Poor women! Latinmelody, Eve, Rubi, Sandgom, Tropicalsun, Ilusion… None of them, neither me, knew what method, if any, Babydoll employed to distribute the video gains among her, her staff and the Florida “agency”. One video minute is much more lucrative than two hundreds words obtained trickily from a foreigner… As in the predator-prey relationships, so in human ones, the fooler, alternately, becomes fooled. Doubtlessly, Babydoll and her allied “agency” profit shamelessly of the impossibility of signing with the “marriageable” women for a wage contract, to keep the majority of gains. To complain about this abuse before an authority would be tantamount to confess that they are earning wages for fooling men on line.
Babydoll did not suffer any of her “women” to turn off their cameras. It was almost imperative for them to continue sitting at the computer from 6 till 10 p. m., with the permission to stand, whenever they were playfully asked to dance or to pose. There being no wage contract, this secret job of playing “the marriageable enamoured woman” can be thought as an act of faith in which Babydoll is to be termed TRUSTEE; and her women, trusters. But this is hardly true: Rubi and Sandgom mistrusted her likewise as the congregants of a mafia do. Women get a variable pay every fifteen days. This variableness is undoubtedly discretionary, not ascertained through such instruments as a counter or a calculator. The cause why Rubi renounced this “job”, some weeks after I began mine, was exactly a discrepancy as to the wage she got from Babydoll. Sandgom never met her “boss”, but she knew that Babydoll controls dissemblingly her business from U.S.A., where she moved in December of 2008 to marry a man.
The vacancy left by Rubi was supplied with Tropicalsun, one then 37 years old woman, who began soon to increase Babydoll’s gains. The great number of men beguiled by the team “Tropicalsun-translator” is explainable by the conjecture that Babydoll, whose on-line men were numerous, introduced subtly Tropicalsun to them (otherwise said, she insinuated her to them.)
I liked my new job, notwithstanding the wrongness of conspiring almost wordlessly with these women to beguile men on line. In October of 2008, I still liked my job, notwithstanding the annoying urgence of Latinmelody, my teamer, my “personation”, my representee, who reprehended me often for my being unsolicitous in asking “gifts” for her. What I mean by “gift”, or what they mean by “gift”, is a commission of 10% for something that on line men believe to have ordered: flowers, candies, teddy bears, English lessons, and golden laces. “Gifts” are as falsified as the common phrases “Your age does not matter” and “I am searching for my right man”. Flowers are not false at all: they are not “flowers”. The same is to be said about the “candies”, the “teddy bears”, the “English Lessons” and the “golden laces”. To buy “gifts” on line from the hot-Russian (love-Russian) scammers is the following error that men do after the one of “buying credits” to chat unsuspiciously with their “comedians”. Babydoll, the owner of that Medellin “agency”, and her Florida boss, may be impossibly happier than at the coming here of one of their fooled men. To consent to “buy” their package offer (which comprises personal information about the woman, boarding and lodging in the “house-office” pseudonymously named “agency”) is the third error that beguiled men commit. They charge 300 U. S. dollars the visitor for such “services”. Do not mistake me: this amount, euphonious to Babydoll and her Florida Boss, is not for a “two-week service”, but for “a day” one. Read it again: 300 U. S. dollars a day! Here, I am forced again to use the word “comedy”, by imagining the visitor’s face, his visage of disappointment when he is complaisantly guided through his “300 dollars lodge”. Nothing about the Babydoll’s “house-office” has the smallest resemblance of a hotel. If a visitor would happen to dissent from me in this opinion, it shall be in consequence of either his liking the smell of cannabis that haunts the house through the hidden smokers haunting the small park that is without, or his never having been in a hotel.
Babydoll was no granter of a permanent job for me. I lacked a wage contract, as any of her three “women”. I was able by no means to secure this curious job to myself. As a congregant of that company of disguised beguilers, I might be dismissed from it with no formalities, just like members of a mafia. At last, Babydoll’s mother was the “firer”, or the one who “fired” at me in the mid June of 2009, without explicit reasons, without explanation, without a series of shots but one only: the bullet of an imperfectly framed lie intended to keep me away from the “house-office”. It was not bloody, but unpardonably disrespectful.
It being impossible to inquire the cause why Babydoll ordered her mother to “fire” me, I become now conjectural in this one. Maybe I already knew “too much” of her business. Maybe she was confident that she and her mother would keep me away from it, and that they would lie me into a permanent wait of weeks and months (with a “We will call back you soon”), during which I would be an abstainer of denouncing their duplicity, as the other dismissed “translators” have been.
In fact, I expected such misbehaviour from Babydoll since she began to experiment with me in November of 2008. Until then, I had almost congenially been teamed up with Latinmelody. Babydoll commanded me imperatively to team with Eve (Aphrodite), in order to increase the fooled men on line. Alas for this unpleasant change! I disliked Eve as I abhor TV. She was as uninteresting as any of my aunts.
“Boss, why such a change?” I asked her bewilderedly. Her reply was as despicable as the possible forbearance of this one would: “Just because I was willing”.
My misfortune of being the Eve’s teamer did not last fortunately. She and Latinmelody discontinued their work for the “agency” before December of 2008, the cause being other than a volition of discontinuing them. The absence of these two female jobbers and the Babydoll’s preparations in order to move to USA made me to despair of prolonging my work in the Madame Babydoll’s business. Were it not for the Babydoll’s misbehaviour, I would have accidentally been deprived of the best time (funny, otherwise said) in the “agency”, which happens to be from January to June of 2009. Were it not for Babydoll’s commanding me to personate Sweetdiana1, Sweetdiana2, Sweetyamile and Sweetmargara (women whom I never met but whose profiles existed on line as a relic of incautious users of the “agency”), there would not have been the bridge between the next manager of the “agency”, SH, and me.
I was Sweetdiana1, Sweetdiana2, Sweetyamile and Sweetmargara for more than 15 days in December. I executed this job from a public pc near to my house. Every night, I emailed a due report of it to the “agency”. For more than 15 days, I cheated men on line otherwise than I did before and after. I do not know how many “translators” in other “agencies” are tasked with personating women who have abandoned their profiles, but, undoubtedly, this commission from part of Babydoll was no exception to an “impossible orthopraxy”.
Babydoll’s business did not end with her moving to USA, as I expected concernedly. SH, her stepmother, was confided with the administration of it for the first six months of 2009.
THE CAUSE OF MY DENOUNCE
WHO AM I? WHO IS SANDGOM?
THE FIRST NOTICE OF THEIR FOOLING
SANDGOM: MY FIRST LOOK AT HER
THE FIRST MEN ON LINE FOR SANDGOM
WHO WERE OUR MEN