He impatiently picks up his phone for the eleventh time this hour, his fingers instinctively leading him to their conversation where he re-reads his devastating quip with a smirk. As eloquent and intelligent as his words were though, his maiden had yet to respond. He collapses onto his bed, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping his lungs.

What can I possibly say, he thinks, ideas racing through his head, to make her realize what a great guy she’s missing out on. What a golden opportunity she’s letting slip through the same hands that probably wrap around some Chad cock every night?

Suddenly, he sits up straight, a glow now shining across his face. “I’ve got it!” He smiles wildly, his fingers dancing over the keyboard, his eyes glowing with intensity, his body shaking with adrenaline and certainty. He had it. He finally had it: the message that would be her undoing.

“Whore”