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ChapterTwenty-Nine
Barely a few minutespass before my feet take me straight to Art’s office.
I shouldn’t snoop. I really shouldn’t.
Oh, who am I kidding? I step into the office and look around.
A desk, a chair, and two wall-mounted monitors are pretty much it.
Does investing require such spartan surroundings?
As if possessed, I wake up the desktop computer.
It asks for a password.
Hmm. Blue would hack this in an eyeblink.
I type in “ballet.”
Nope.
I try “Baryshnikov.”
Jackpot. I’m in.
To my disappointment, the only app on the desktop is for trading. Nor is there anything interesting in his browser history, just Gmail, Forbes, and other boring sites like that.
No porn?
I lock the computer and leave to grab my own laptop.
Since my browser history is blush-inducing, I should make my password less guessable in case Art is also a snoop. Currently, my password is “klittra,” which is the Swedish term for female masturbation.
What would be less obvious? Flicking the bean? Polishing the banister? Orbiting Venus? Finding Nemo?
Finally, I just open a blank Notepad document, close my eyes, and type at random. There we go. No one will ever guess this gibberish. I spend a few minutes memorizing the new password, then set it before I visit my blog.
Interesting.
I have a new, very avid fan with a funny screenname: SquirrelBoner.
“Amazing write-up,” SquirrelBoner says about my latest post.
“You’re brilliant,” she (or he?) says about the one where I talk about my favorite dildo.
And the gushing continues, to the point where I get an eerie feeling that I know this person. Somehow. Random strangers are rarely nice to you on the internet. Hence the existence of the term “troll,” but not its opposite.
Could this be Art? Maybe he decided to check out my blog in order to be supportive and went a little overboard with his praise?
“SquirrelBoner” doesn’t sound like him, though. If anything, “HorseBoner” is more his style.
More importantly, SquirrelBoner asks me some very interesting questions about the trickier techniques involving toys. Whoever he or she is, they sure know about sex toys. And while Art might qualify as a sex toy himself, I doubt he knows enough about them to be SquirrelBoner.
In fact, I know very few people who know so much about orgasms and—
Wait a second.
Could it be my mom?
