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through her phone.
         Now she was just enjoying the single life, at least for a while. Getting back onto Backtrack was crazy. So much had changed in the past year. And she was sure she hadn’t gotten any more attractive, yet the friend requests from random guys were overwhelming. Especially the ones that came with an unsolicited dick pic.
         Speaking of which, no sooner did she open her messages when there was a large, uncircumcised penis in her in box. Weird thing was it was from a guy in Pakistan. She deleted it quickly before the image could permanently etch itself into her brain. There was a friend request from a guy named Rodney Decker. They had no mutual friends, so no telling how he found her. She looked over his page. He looked like an ok guy. Maybe a bit old for her, but she really wasn’t looking to find dates on there. He had some funny memes posted on his wall and other than lots of shirtless selfies, nothing seemed unusual. She clicked accept and continued on. Though within seconds of accepting Rodney’s friend request, he messaged her.
    RODNEY: Hey sexy lady! Thanks for accepting!
    ABBY: Hi, thank you.
    RODNEY: I love your profile pic. You look really hot in that dress. Your boobs are amazing!
    ABBY: LOL why thank you. They do come in handy.
    RODNEY: Any chance of getting a better look?
         Abby sat back and shook her head. She should have known that was coming. While she considered herself a fairly attractive woman, her boobs had always been her best “gift” as far as she was concerned. Though they could also be a curse. It’s not like she could just hide them when it was convenient. They were always front and center no matter what she was wearing.
    ABBY: Umm. No. Sorry. They’re camera shy.
    RODNEY: Well that is too bad. No need to be scare of me.
    ABBY: I’ll keep that in mind.
         The guy was odd, but nothing too scary. She figured he was just lonely like the other ninety percent of the people on Backtrack. She went on to surfing, thankfully with no further dick pics in her inbox. Before long, it was five and she logged off and grabbed her things. As she headed out the door one of her co-workers, Jason, caught up to her.
         “Hey! Why the hurry?” He asked.
         Jason was an ok guy. Though ever since her divorce, he’d been giving her the full court press. Nothing too bad or crude, just lots of extra attention. He was same age as her, mid-thirties and had been divorced about a year longer than she was. They’d been friends for a while and she may have shown some interest in him, had he not nearly done a touchdown dance when she told him her and Drake had split. The whole divorce process was incredibly painful and even depressing at some points. It would have been a bit more considerate of him to at least act like he wasn’t excited she was now single. Maybe even be there for her as a friend first, instead of instantly going for the panty drop.
         Ever since then, she’d kept him at arm’s distance.
         “Just need to get home,” she said.
         “For what? Got a date with the TV tonight?”
         “Maybe. Why do you care?”
         “Well that’s harsh. You want to grab something to eat on the way home?”
         “No. I’m really tired. I just want to get out of here.”
         “Oh, come on. You’ve yet to embrace your new life of singleness! Enjoy the fruits that comes with it!”
         “If those fruits consist of your banana, I’ll pass. Thanks. Besides, my date tonight is with Netflix. I missed out on way too many good movies and shows when I was married.”
         Jason shook his head.
         “You’re serious? Netflix? You’d rather sit around alone eating bon bons.”
         “I don’t eat bon bons, dork,” she said. “Now, off I go. See you tomorrow.” She opened her car and climbed inside. Jason stood there, looking confused as she drove off. Once she got home she plopped in front of