When I was nothing but a 14 year old child, maybe six months over a year ago, I had reached a tricky situation. I had a virus. Not Ebola, not Zika, not HIV, a computer virus. On my tablet. My, special, tablet, one could say. I was in my room, wanting to search something up. But then, I got an alert from Samsung. I had a virus. I was going to tell my step dad and ask what to do, as I had never encountered something like this, but then, I read further. It was from a site. A, restricted site I should not have entered. An adult site. I was unaware back at the time that adult sites gave computer viruses. I did not know what to do. I had to make a choice. Either tell my step dad and surrender the fact that I was on adult sites, or figure it out in my own. I chose the second. I read the suggestion on what to do. I memorized it. It was imbedded in my mind until I no longer needed it. I downloaded a virus protector, in hopes I could slow the process down. I had no idea what to do. I had the app, but the virus would not be killed. I knew that downloading that app. But I did know one thing. I was horny.