The following are excerpts of e-mails Michael Peterson wrote to escort Brent Wolgamott, who went by the name "Brad" on a Web site, between Aug. 30 and Sept. 5, 2001. Although the e-mails discuss an upcoming rendezvous, Wolgamott testified that he decided not to meet Peterson. Prosecutors trying Peterson for his wife's alleged murder submitted the e-mails as evidence. The most explicit sexual references have not been included below.

Thursday, Aug. 30, 2001, 11:06 p.m.

Brad,

We talked on the phone yesterday and I checked out the website you gave me. You have great reviews and I would liketo [sic] get together with you. I'm in Durham, just off 15/501, about 10 minutes from Chapel Hill...

Sunday, Sept. 2, 2001 1:44 p.m.

Brad,

I enjoy your emails also. 1410 SAT huh? So what the fuck were you doing in the Army? I'm sure I was the smartest Marine ever, went to Duke and UNC Law, but I didn't get 1410. Of course, this was in the days Duke let dummies in. Still, much better this time around--scores go way up after a few years out of school. Wednesday could be a little iffy.  I have to chair a meeting that starts at 7:30 pm. It's going to be a real cluster fuck involving two separate issues--race and the environment, subjects that people go ballistic on here. It may not end until way after 10.

Evenings are not great for me anyway; I'm married. Very happily married with a dynamite wife. Yes, I know, I know; I'm very bi and that's all there is to it...

...How about this? I'll give you my cell phone number and we can try to hook up Wednesday night. Perhaps we could meet in Durham--I assume you'll be staying here or at the airport (don't stay in Raleigh; traffic's a motherfucker in the morning, even at 6). My house is fifteen minutes from the airport...

Sunday, Sept. 2, 2001 11:24 p.m.

...Neither one of us is stupid. Of course I understand the reality and the finances. You're not looking for a relationship and neither am I. We each have lives. I know you deal with professional types who obviously can afford a couple hundred bucks to get off, and maybe degraded a little. Hey, I know a lot of guys like that myself. I understand we're in a client relationship and I'm paying for the services. No problem...

Monday, Sept. 3, 2001 4:06 p.m.

...Are you coming up here Tuesday night to catch the a.m. flight? If you are, and don't plan to get here until late, and I might be in meetings until 10, that really wont leave you much time to rest for the trip. I can sleep in, but you can't. So I'll leave it to you. You may want to try a later time; I'd hate to interfer [sic] with your travel plans. If I fuck you until after midnight, and you have to get up at 5, you may not be at your best for California. However, you're young and maybe can sleep on the plane...

Tuesday, Sept. 4, 2001 10:09 p.m.

Brad,

Just in case you come up before your flight and want to get together, here's my cell phone number...

Wednesday, Sept. 5, 2001 9:18 a.m.

Brent,

Now I'm confused. Are you coming up here tonight, or Thursday night? Your email is dated Wednesday and you say "tomorrow". My meeting is tonight. Email me or give me a call when you head up this way and we'll take it from there...