Page 9 of My Rules

Me too.

Another text bounces in.

Send me a teaser.

Huh? I frown. What does that mean?

Another text bounces in.

I need something to get me through to next week.

What’s he talking about?

Another text arrives.

I’ll go first.

My phone dings again, and I open the message.

It’s a cock shot.

Huh?

I stare at it in confusion. “What the fuck?” The photo is taken in a bathroom, and I can see a reflection of the window in the mirror. This photo was taken in the daytime.

This erection was for someone else, and he’s sending me sleazy photographs of the evidence.

Eww . . .

My phone beeps again.

Now it’s your turn.

Is he for real?

I reply.

You want me to send a nude?

He texts back immediately.

Fuck yeah.

What is he, fourteen years old?

I exhale heavily and drop my phone onto the floor.

Yuck.

Ugh ... I slide down into the water. Why are men such fucking idiots?

Do I have the sign sleazebag target on my forehead?

Another text bounces in, and unable to stop myself, I open it.

I’m ready and waiting

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