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Jesus. Those are getting a little more intense. Sexual comments are to be expected when we’re throwing thirst traps in their faces every day, but some of these are toeing the line of inappropriate.

I sit back in my chair, chewing on my bottom lip as I continue to scroll. After a few hours of reading, it’s clear there are more sexual comments than appreciative ones, and a small panic takes up residence in my chest.

Scooping up my phone, I dial Monroe.

“Hey, Reese,” she says by way of answer.

“Hey, Monroe,” I say.

“Oh shit, what is it?”

I sigh. “You can tell just like that?”

“Yep. Who do I need to kill?”

I laugh. “The internet?”

“Oh, tall order, but we can get to work on it.”

“Thanks,” I say. “Did you see the edit I did for Daniel this morning?”

“Yeah, I loved it. He’s such a sweetheart doting on his wife.”

“I thought that was the vibe too, but after scrolling through the comments for a few hours, I’m worried I’ve done something bad.”

“I never read the comments,” she says. “They make my brain itch. What’s the gist of it?”

“There are way more sexually intense comments than normal. Nothing too R-rated yet, but heading that direction. And yes, we always get some sexual comments because the edits feature a hell of a lot of thirst traps. Nash’s videos get more than anyone’s and it doesn’t bother me, but I don’t know, this feels different. Or like it’s on the verge of being different.”

“Give me an example of one that feels different,” she says. “Maybe you’re overthinking it. I can offer a fresh perspective since I don’t read them.”

“Oh, good idea,” I say, leaning over my desk to look at my notes. I wrote some down in my iPad that I felt were a little…ick. “Here’s one that I flagged in my notes,” I say. “Marentrade could score a goal in every single net I have, and I’d say thank you every single time.”

“Yikes,” she says. “That’s still inuendo enough that I don’t hate it, but I get the feeling you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, and here’s another one,” I continue. “Did you guys see his wife on Insta? Like, how does she hold down a man like that?”

“Eww,” she says. “That’s just wrong.”

“Right? Like, I get it. Half the men on the Badgers are gorgeous, but why go after their wives or girlfriends?”

“Hold up, do they say things about you too?”

“Yeah,” I say, shrugging even though she can’t see me. “But it doesn’t bother me. I know what a catch Nash is. I don’t need trolls on the internet to tell me that.”

“Ugh, babe, why didn’t you tell me?”

I laugh. “Why? So you could go respond to the mean ones?”

“Maybe,” she says.

“I promise you, it doesn’t bother me at all. But, I can’t say the same for Daniel’s wife. I’ll do a check-in with him tomorrow, but do you think I should take this video down?”

“That’s a tough call,” she says. “I can’t believe people can be so invasive. I mean, I can believe it, butdamn. Are they all like that or is some of the engagement good like your other videos.”

“Definitely not all,” I say. “I can’t read them all, but there are a ton of good ones on there. Even a few comments from bigger brand pages who I know are looking at him.”

“And that’s why he wanted a feature, right?” she asks.

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