StickUM92: It isn’t extracurricular. It’s my job.

NerdGirl1025: Your job.

StickUM92: Yeah. I’m gonna regret telling you this, I think. But I play hockey. Professionally.

NerdGirl1025: Oh.

StickUM92: I’m guessing that wasn’t a good oh.

NerdGirl1025: I just haven’t had a lot of good experiences with professional athletes. I’ve met a few, and they’ve all turned out to be assholes, StickUM.

NerdGirl1025: Not that I’m automatically assuming you’re an asshole. Or that you’ll turn into one.

NerdGirl1025: I shouldn’t lump everyone into a general category based on one detail.

NerdGirl1025: But it’s difficult, when all of my experiences are shouting at me that hockey is a red flag.

NerdGirl1025: I bet you have other red flags, though. You probably hate cats. Or sleep with socks on. And only have missionary sex in the dark.

NerdGirl1025: Oh my word. Can I delete a message in here?

StickUM92: Nope. And I already saw it. You’re cute when you ramble.

NerdGirl1025: You’re assuming I’m cute.

StickUM92: I know you’re cute.

StickUm92: I like cats. All animals, really. I don’t sleep with socks on. If you must know, I sleep in boxers.

StickUM92: And I’ll fuck you anyway you want me to.

StickUM92: Shower.

StickUM92: Counter.

StickUM92: Wall.

StickUM92: Car sex isn’t fun, but I can manage.

StickUM92: But NerdGirl?

NerdGirl1025: (blushing) Mmmhmm?

StickUM92: You promise me you’ll do what I say when I finally get you wrapped around me?

NerdGirl1025: Oh my.

StickUM92: I think you will. You’ll be my good girl, won’t you?

NerdGirl1025: This conversation went off the rails so quickly.

StickUM92: No, darlin’. This is exactly where we were supposed to go. And for that reason, I think it’s important for you to know my name, because at some point in the near future, I’m gonna make sure you scream it.

NerdGirl1025: I don’t need to know your name. I highly doubt we’ll ever meet, StickUM. You’re in Texas. I doubt I’ll ever get there.

StickUM92: I’m from Texas, but I don’t live there.

StickUM92: I live in Colorado.