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That’s all the users of these apps wanted anyway, right? Torso pics with lots of skin?

I huffed at the thought and tapped on the submit button. This whole thing was ridiculous.

I sat back and shoved the last bite of burger into my mouth while I waited for the app to do its thing and thought about the next step.

If I wanted to do something while I was back home, I needed to set the location parameters to closer to my folk’s place, rather than near the frat house. I could always change the parameters when I got back if Jacob was being obnoxious about me not doing enough.

The app pinged at me, letting me know it was done, so I leaned over my phone and searched through the settings for the location constraints. It was easy enough to find, so I set it up before I revisited my bio.

It all looked fine, but I added a single line before I made my profile live:

Let’s get to know each other first.

I contemplated adding the obligatoryNo dick pics,but figured I wouldn’t mind looking at some nice-looking cocks if people were willing to send them to me. Looking at them didn’t mean I had to message them back.

Within minutes of my profile going live, I started getting messages.

Give me 5 minutes. I’ll get to know your ass real well.

Snd dik.

You wanna feel my massive cock wreck that tiny hole of yours? (image attached)

Your nipples look so delicate. I want to bite them off.

I rolled my eyes as I deleted message after message, although I did save a screenshot of the dick pic I’d received. It had a nice curve to the left with a prominent vein on the underside. I figured Jacob would probably be ecstatic to see proof that I’d received such a professional-looking dick pic.

Just as I was about to turn my phone off and head back to the car, another message popped up, and the preview of the text made me pause and open the full message.

I’ve just come back home after a few years away. Eager to test the dating pool to see what’s currently swimming. I’m free tonight, if you’d like to meet up? Dinner only, I swear. I have no expectations other than a friendly chat over a decent shared meal.

That actually sounded rather promising. If I got the required date out of the way tonight, I could relax for the rest of theweekend. And if the night went pear-shaped, like it probably would, I was only visiting for a few days. It wasn’t like I was ever going to see them again.

I clicked on the profile of the person who’d sent me the message.

He identified as male, which didn’t bother me. Although I’d been with both guys and girls before I’d started dating Amelia, it had obviously been a while since I’d been with anyoneotherthan her.

His profile bio was as scant as mine, and just like me, he’d focused on photos showing lots of skin but no face. He was pale skinned with a smattering of freckles along his lean torso that looked to be free of hair. I couldn’t put an age to him, but I got the impression he was young, like me.

Of course, he could be catfishing me, but considering he was only after a meal, I figured it couldn’t hurt to message him back. What was the worst that could happen? We’d eat and discover we had nothing in common at all before going our separate ways. At least we’d both get a good meal.

I went back to his message and typed out a quick response as I walked back to my car.

Sure. When and where?

Chapter Seven

Joey

Laterthatnight,Isat in my car outside a large red-brick building, watching as some very well-dressed people walked into what looked like a high-end restaurant, wondering if I’d completely lost my mind or somehow slipped into an alternate universe somehow.

I’d arrived home a few hours prior, and I’d walked into the house to see Erin cleaning like a madwoman possessed. She was barking orders at Dad to move things to her specifications, then ordering him to move the same things back again.

Dad had sent me a silent SOS with his eyes when I walked in on him moving one of the heavy leather couches to Erin yelling, “Not there! There!” while she pointed half a foot behind where Dad held it.

Leaving Dad to fend for himself, I’d turned around and fled to my room, praying that she hadn’t seen or heard me walk into the house.

Half an hour later, Dad knocked quietly on my bedroom door and snuck in like a thief in the night, softly closing the door behind him so the sound of the latch wouldn’t carry.

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