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do me for tonight.”
    “Go on, have another drink. I’m a scotch girl myself.”
    I look at our liquor cabinet on the wall. Several bottles of various brands of single malt scotch stand neatly in a line. What the hell, I think to myself and grab one I haven’t had a drink of since New Year’s Eve. I have a tumbler in the top drawer of my desk which I pull out and fill to just under halfway with the thirty-year-old fluid. I go back to typing to the blonde lady, “You evil woman, you got me drinking at eleven p.m. on a work night.”
    “You only live once, and one must experience as many of life’s wonders in the short time we get.”
    Is she flirting with me? We chat for a few minutes about things like music, and how much of today’s sound is pumped out by machines rather than true artists who feel real emotions. There was talk of family life and of where we both came from. Of my childhood home in the country, and her living out of a suitcase as she travelled with her father from town to town, as he played all the pubs and clubs.
    “Come see my place. It’s a beautiful little mansion I paid good money for,” she says.
    “You paid money for a virtual mansion here?”
    “What’s wrong with paying money for my virtual mansion? Some people spend hundreds on cigarettes or other hobbies. I love this world, we can be whoever we want to be, and spending money to enhance the experience makes perfect sense to me.”
    An invitation appears to visit her mansion, and I take a huge breath and accept. The scene must be heavily detailed as it takes a good few minutes for it to load. I take a few nips of my drink while I’m waiting, and to be honest, I’m feeling a little light headed.
    The picture loads in full, and I see her dressed in a black bikini sitting by a pool. From what I see of her virtual mansion, there are three levels in all, and an outside area containing the pool and a small deck area littered with various deck chairs.
    “Do you like?” She is now typing and I wonder if she’s asking for my opinion on her attire or the house she built in this virtual world.
    “Of course.” I pour myself another half glass of scotch and tell myself this will be the last drink of the night or else I’ll be waking up a little under the weather.
    Her avatar stands, doing a full three-hundred and sixty degree turn. “I even paid for some of these parts of my body. Would you like to see?”
    “Sure, why not,” I type, feeling my brain’s decision-making process drowned out with scotch. I’m starting to chart a course into waters I hadn’t intended, but this is just an animated chat program—what harm could possibly arise?
    Her avatar disappears and a second later reappears into a bedroom on the third level, and I notice her bikini hasn’t made the journey with her. I use the zoom tool and look at the avatar’s naked body. The detail is lifelike and I question whether it’s unhealthy to be getting an erection from an animation.
    “Do you like what you see?” she types.
    “Um... yes.”
    “These boobs and pussy cost a bit of money, but I couldn’t be without them now that I have them.”
    What should I say to that?
    “Come up here, Terry25.”
    I feel nervous for real. Yes, it’s just a chat program, but with the scotch and wine affecting my head more than I like to admit, the lure of her nudity is strong, and I find myself clicking on my own avatar to remove his clothes. Although he is soon naked, I find he has nothing but a bare patch of skin where his penis should be.
    “Maybe tomorrow you should spend some money to get yourself a big hard cock, then come back and see me. Goodnight, Terry25.”
    With that, I find my avatar booted from her mansion scene and back to my own personal lobby. I look at the time and the clock says twelve-twenty-two a.m. I feel tipsy and horny, but with Isaac being in bed with Talissa, I know I’ll have to take care of my needs myself. I shut down the chat program and then the