Page 614 of Deep Pockets


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“Never mind,” Perky fumes, flouncing.

“See?” I gloat. “Not everyone knows. I’m not a weirdo.”

“You’re a weirdo, all right. And this proves nothing,” Perky insists.

“I think it proves that a certain percentage of our generation knows what these dirty terms mean, and a much larger number has no idea because they aren’t addicted to porn.”

“You know what, Mal? I love when you showcase your nonjudgmental nature like this.” Perky rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her coffee.

“I’m not being judgmental. I’m defending myself. Just because I don’t spend my days on Urban Dictionary keeping up on all the newest terms doesn’t mean I’m weird.”

“You keep saying weird. Must mean you have a deep fear of it.”

“If that were true, Perk, I wouldn’t be your friend.”

Perky grabs my laptop and opens it, clicking on a browser window and typing.

“What are you doing?”

“Proving a point.”

She taps my screen. “Here we are.”

Horror turns the coffee in my mouth to poison.

“We’re in public!” I hiss. “You can’t watch porn in public!”

“Says who?”

“Says everyone! It’s indecent! Isn’t it illegal, too?”

Fiona shakes her head slowly. “You are really holding onto some outdated notions, Mal.”

“I think not watching sex videos in a public place isn’t some nineteenth-century ideal. I mean, if they had sex videos then… I just–what if someone sees?”

Perky opens a second window and types “Mallory sex tape Beastman spit.” She hits Enter.

“That is a horrible search term!” I practically scream.

But it works. The first link is to the porn-industry gossip blog Spatula sold the picture to.

“Oh, God! My entire social media presence is ruined forever.” I swallow my coffee like it’s laudanum. I’m single-handedly reviving “the vapors” as a medical condition.

Perky gives me a look and snorts. “Poor baby. That must suck so much, having one picture of you circulating among the thousand people here who give a shit.”

“I know it’s nothing like what you went through four years ago with Parker, but come on. This sucks, too.”

“Until your breasts become a meme that’s spread more often than the Ermahgerd girl, just stop.” Right after college, Perky fell in love with Parker Campbell, an assistant DA who loved her right back.

Until he leaked sexy pictures of Perky’s naked boobs with two dogs humping behind her head and the meme went viral.

No one could prove it was Parker, of course. And it didn’t help that Persephone had changed her nickname to Perky in the worst confluence of events ever. She dumped him, he begged her to come back and claimed to know nothing about the photo leak, and to this day, she won’t admit she still pines for him.

But yeah, what she went through is worse than this photo of what looks like me in a threesome.

With Beastman and Will.

“Anticipatory anxiety is real, Perky. You already know what the worst is that can happen. I’m a sitting duck,” I sputter. A million thoughts crash through my mind as I look at the article with the picture of the three of us, front and center.

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