This story is just fiction.
The next morning Serena went downstairs to the kitchen. Venus was already sitting there having breakfast.
"Hi Hon, slept well?" "No, very bad. Couldn't forget about the letter." "Me too. I thought about it all night. ... We had a letter in the mailbox this morning. I think it's from him. But I haven't read it yet." "Then open it, we have to, sooner or later."
Venus opened it and read.
Dear Ladies:
It is Monday and time for my pleasure. As I wrote you yesterday I want you to tape your happy moments with your colleagues.
You will put this tape in locker No 426 by the court. I will control the locker at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. If there isn't what I want I'll keep my promise and the tape I showed you yesterday will be sent to the press.
If you try to find out who I am, it's also going to the press.
The first girl I want you to sleep with is Jennifer Capriati.
How and where you both do it I don't care.
Good luck
A HAPPY FAN
The sisters faced each other.
"It could have been worse, or?" "What do you talk about? Our situation or Capriati?"
"I thought about our situation all night", Venus said, "and I have a plan how we can handle this. Wanna hear?"
"Sure."
"OK, listen. ..."
Five minutes later the telephone in Jennifer Capriati's hotel room rang. The player herself answered it.
"Hello, Capriati."
"Hm, hi Jennifer. It's Serena. Serena Williams."
"Oh, Serena. What a surprise. Why are you calling?"
"Ahh, my sister is feeling really bad this morning and I would like to hit some balls on the court and now I'm searching for a partner. Are you interested?"
"Sure, this afternoon?"
"Yes, how about 1 p.m.?"
"OK, meet you there", Jenny said and ended the phone call.
"All right, first step finished", Serena looked at Venus.
"Then I will go to the city now and buy a video camera and some tapes. I'll be at the court around 2 p.m."
"OK,bye."
"Bye, be careful and good luck."
It was quarter past two when Serena Williams and Jennifer Capriati had finished their training lessons and left the court. They were heading for the locker room.