Fareeha DIRT #2

"So uh anything else on Fareeha?" you ask.

• What?

"Just curious," you lie. Truth is, you're dying to see something in a little more detail than what she sent last time. After all... Fareeha's strong, muscular body, wearing that black strap on, pushing into Angela's smooth, pale, angelic...

You clear your throat.

"Just curious," you say.

• I have nothing

"What? How can you have nothing?"

• They are classy people. They don't send nudes, they don't have terrible pasts for me to dig up. They're cool.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?"

• I can get their emails

"What good is that?"

• It has receipts.

Lisa sends you a bunch of forwarded emails.

You see that Angela bought some really... demure, yet sexy white lingerie. Like almost what a bride might wear on her wedding night.

And Fareeha bought a huge strap-on with bumps on it.

And they have both ordered lots of flowers.

And Angela spends a ton of money on perfume and...

"OK now I'm just jealous of them," you say angrily.

• You came to me

"Fuck you," you say.