Her computer might tell you her friends' names

You stop to stare into her vanity mirror, rows of bottles lining it, their uses foreign to your male mind. How do women use these things? Why?

As you ponder your reflection and your options you drum your fingers on the plastic surface of...

"The laptop!" you exclaim, staring at the object beneath your tapping fingers.

With a grin of excitement you plop yourself into the seat and open the horrifically pink computer. As far as you know Sue only uses it to shop and chat with friends, which makes it a perfect way to see who she knows.

"L. Saunders, B. Smith, cuddles...?" you mutter, staring at the rest of the names listed in the contact directory of her e-mail program. You think you know some of them, but there's a bunch of them who are only nicknames, including 'limpdick', 'log', 'twat' and other mature sounding and cerebral names.

At the bottom of the screen a blinking icon notifies you that a messenger had started when the computer booted up and that messages await.