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I was still very curious about this MUDD connection between him and Gigi, and I didn’t want to dismiss it without first looking into it further.
    My first move, of course, was to do what anyone would do when they’re looking for info on someone… I hit the social media sites and looked up his profile. A few hits came up for “Tommy Ferguson,” and related names, but I was able to dismiss some of them immediately. E.g., I knew the Tommy Ferguson I was looking for wasn’t a 54-year-old man from California, and I knew he wasn’t a black man serving in the military.
    That left only a couple options—and I had to recheck them both carefully. The one that best matched the Tommy Ferguson I knew was almost as mismatched as the 54-year-old man and the black soldier. All the biographical information seemed correct, but the photo staring back at me didn’t.
    The Tommy Ferguson on the screen was this super sleek, super sexy bad boy hipster kinda guy. He had a thick, tight, muscular body and a slew of tattoos, and his head was shaved short atop his baby doll face. I’d seen some major transformations in my life, but this one truly amazed me… Could it really be Tommy?
    Julie had gone from an all-American college gal to a voluptuous, pink-haired, old-Hollywood throwback… J.R. had gone from a sexy stranger in a shitty campus apartment to a billionaire industry leader… and I’d gone from Patty to Trish, which involved some new outfits and a haircut.
    By far, the biggest transformation was this guy… He’d gone from geek to god, and, as I looked as his online photo albums, I couldn’t believe that this was the guy I’d dated throughout most of college. This was the guy I’d given my virginity to. This was the guy things just kind of fizzled out with.
    But how could anything ever fizzle out with this guy?
    I went on to read Tommy’s profile and check out his presence on a few other sites. Apparently, he was doing pretty well for himself. He was still in Pittsburgh, and worked at another local tech firm—InLander.
    Like rEcore, InLander was at the top of the tech game, though its area of expertise was slightly different that rEcore’s—but, still, that doesn’t mean much. At the bottom line, they’re still competitors.
    And, from what I could tell, Tommy had been working there for four years, and had risen pretty high in the ranks. I also saw that his profiles listed him as “single,” and each time I read that word it made my spine tingle a little.
    I guess, at some point, my research turned into a bit of stalking, or ogling. Instead of trying to find out more about Tommy and his connection to Gigi, I found myself staring at his photos. There was one in particular that I really liked… He had his shirt off and was standing outside in the sun. The way the light shone on his blue eyes and light hair made him look so sweet, and the shadows on his muscles and against the contours of his body art made my mouth water.
    Enough was enough, and I decided to take a break from my “research.” It was around 10 a.m., and I’d had my fill of Tommy for the time being. I wanted a snack now instead—so I headed off to the kitchen and made myself a cheese and tomato sandwich.
    I thought about taking a nap—or maybe taking a shower. I wasn’t used to being home at this time, and, not having a ton of things laid out for me to do, I simply didn’t know what to do with myself.
    Just as I decided that maybe I’d flick on the television and catch a soap opera or game show, I heard a noise coming from my computer. I set the remote down and went back to my laptop, where I found a notification that I’d been pinged on one of my social media websites.
    I clicked on the bubble, and there it was… a message.
    From Tommy Ferguson.
    Howdy Stranger , it read. Long time no see. What’s up with “Trish”? And what’s up with you checking up on me online?
    I felt my heart sink to my stomach. We’ve all gotten those goof emails and