*Sorry for the delays! Life, you know. Here’s a chapter I’ve been writing and rewriting in my head for a while. No mobile this time, shouldn’t be so shamefully full of errors.*
#Chapter 4
A whole day had passed. Mark was sitting at his desk and thinking about texting Amy when there was a knock on his door.
“Cover up!” Amy demanded, opening the door and stepping inside. She was wearing a plain shirt and jeans, apparently still trying to look unsexy.
“Jeez! At least give me a second!” Mark complained, swiveling his chair toward her. “What if I’d been-“
“At this point, I think you’d have enjoyed that,” Amy replied, cutting him off. She tossed a flash drive on his lap. “Here.”
Mark picked up the little device and looked at it intently, as if he could somehow read its contents. “What’s this?”
“It’s a whole bunch of porn. All of it features girls who look like Liz. You’re gonna watch it, and you’re gonna think about her. What you’re *not* gonna do is use your…” Amy waved her hands around. “Your *shenanigans* to push all my buttons and turn off my brain. I’m not a meek little idiot, and you know it.”