Make an order.

Your stomach rumbling, you click open a new tab and order your usual, a large Pepperoni with garlic mayo dip, from PizzaEmpire, the most popular pizza place in your college town.

You twiddle your thumbs for the next hour, spinning in your computer chair, listening to a few songs on the smart speaker you'd just purchased. Bob Boone's show for the day was over. He'd be back on tomorrow, but you already missed the comforting stream of chatter and entertainment. You guessed he had a point, whenever his show was on, you just felt less anxious, less worried. Maybe ignoring life's big-picture stuff _was _the key.

Checking your e-mail, you spot a fresh message from Eden Tanaka's fanclub. "Hot off the presses!!!..."

You clicked on it, and a video of the woman herself greeted you. A little overdressed for your tastes, but you still enjoyed ogling her bodacious frame.

"Howdy, Fanakas!" Eden drawled. "I know what y'all are thinking 'bout when you watch my vids. You're thinking about having me. Fucking my pussy like a dog in heat. Well, I'm here to tell you boys, you're in luck!"

Eden brought her right hand up into frame. She was holding a white, bulky bit of plastic. You took a moment to recognise it as a fleshlight. "I'm honored to announce I'm possying up with Sangreal Industries to bring my pussy, or a reasonable silicone facsimile, to every discernin' pervert's bedroom. For $150 US, plus shipping, you can own one of the very first batch of-"

You hit pause. A hundred and fifty bucks for a fleshlight? Surely that was crazy. Surely no one in their right mind would pay what amounted to half a month's rent for a mould of a woman's cunt. Even one as fine as Eden Tanaka!

Still, you found your hand hovering on the link to the store page...