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pulled up the websites onto two separate tabs, and it began, the process of plotting a story. First were the characters. I had Triple D as the hero, Kasey as the heroine, now I needed a bad guy. A nasty, scary, want to hide under your bed while you read the story bad guy.
    “Holy shit,” Janeane whispered. “We’ve got over a hundred messages on POF and fifty-four on SSD.”
    “Open the first one,” Kasey told her.
    “Ok, first one is from Fit and Freaky from Edmond. He says, ‘You’re hot, I’m down to drive an hour to meet you if you’re DTF’. “
    “DTF?” I questioned.
    “Down to fuck,” Janeane replied laughing.
    “Seriously?” I questioned as I opened my notebook and wrote down the definition.
    “What does he look like?” Kristina asked. “If he’s hot, maybe Nicola could use him to break her dry spell.”
    “I’m not sleeping with some random guy,” I huffed, shoving her in the shoulder.
    “Beggars can’t be choosers,” she laughed back.
    “See if my catfish messaged her. We put in the same info I had, so Taryn Rivers should have matched with him.
    We’d chosen the name Taryn Rivers because we knew a girl in high school who was a real bitch and a fake friend. She'd gone after every boy one of us had dated until we’d caught her in the act. Since our profile was fake, we figured the name was fitting.
    “Bingo,” Janeane laughed. “’Hey, beautiful, saw you’re new on here and thought I’d send you a message. Just got home from a Thunder game, but I’ll be up for a while if you want to chat.’”
    “Pfft, he used the same line on me. He said he had season tickets. He even asked me to go to a game with him, the fucker.”
    I could tell Kasey was getting riled up, so I asked Janeane, “Check the submissive site, and see what we have on there.”
    Janeane looked at Kasey then back to me and nodded. As she scrolled through the names, she started laughing.
    “What?” Kristina asked.
    “Well, your choices are a guy dressed as Robin Hood, a guy who should never have posted a penis picture since he’s about three inches long and . . . Hey, watch it”
    The Robin Hood comment had us all shoving her out of the way so we could see the profile, but the three-inch man was still up on the screen. We all groaned in unison because he was cute and that made his shortcomings even more disappointing.
    Angela moved the cursor to Robin Hood, and we inhaled sharply to keep from laughing.
    “Is that . . . ?” Angela whispered.
    “I think it is,” Kristina choked out.
    Pictured in a green Robin Hood period costume, leggings and all, was Jared Park, former president of our senior class.
    “I knew he was kinky,” Janeane grumbled so we turned to look at her. Janeane had gone out with Jared four or five times and had said at the time he was a great kisser, but a little bossy. Now we knew why. He was also president of the Thespian Club in high school, which I guess explained why he was in costume.
    “What does his profile say?” I asked.
    “Gorean male wants a slave girl slash submissive. Will train the trainable.”
    “What the hell is a Gorean man? I thought he was Caucasian?” Kasey asked, confused.
    Angela opened google and typed in Gorean. Once she found what she was looking for, she began reading.
    “People who base their Dominance or Submission on the works of John Norman,” she read out loud.
    “Ok, but who the hell is John Norman?” Kasey asked.
    “Oh, my God, he wrote the Gor books,” I whispered. “John Norman is an author of nearly thirty novels about Gor, a primitive, male-dominated planet. The Gor books have men enslaving women, and the suggestion is that female slavery is, in some sense, the natural order of society.”
    “Ha, I bet the women’s libbers hate this guy,” Angela chuckled.
    “Jesus, you’re telling me Jared lives his life according to this man’s work? I knew he was a jerk,” Janeane seethed.
    “Ok, we’re getting off-track here. Is there anyone