Message Tommy, but get someone else...

I take the time to send Tommy Martin a text message: 'u free right now??'

I anxiously wait for his reply. It's been two weeks since we last met, and I need another fix. Getting that young stud wrapped around my finger has been the best thing I've done in years. Hopefully, I can spend some time with him instead of my other little friend, the egg vibrator I have in my handbag.

He messages me back with... wait, what?

'Tom's not here right now'

'who is this??'

Wait, why the fuck did I text that?

'Im a friend dont wory he told me all about u ;)'

My mystery person then sends a selfie.