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I
masturbate.
    Nothing works tonight.
    It’s frustrating.
    I can’t do it.
    Even the vibrator isn’t doing the trick.
    Fuck!
    But yet I stare at my laptop, my eyes
glazed over after hours of watching the screen. I love the imagery, the motion,
the sounds, it’s all consuming.
      I’m going to fuck Daniel. He’ll be able to
make me come. He’s the type. Tomorrow.
    My Div
Hallowell Facebook site still shows zero likes on my post. Screw my
friends. I’m going back to the Dick Sluts. The Sluts are always posting, always
commenting, every few seconds there’s a new question, a new pic, and a new...
    Someone doesn’t like my book... another
author... wait, wait... let me read this...
    Hayden
Night (Author)
    Have you Sluts read Violet Cuddlecock’s
novel? What did you think? I found it slow and dry, not as good as some of the
others in the genre. Have you guys read mine? It’s much darker and dirtier...
cheaper too!
    94 people like this.
    No fucking way. That bitch! The nerve of
her to use my book to market her own. Don’t fuck with me.
    I sign into Amazon and debate whether or
not to give her book a one-star review, but I’m not like her. I’m not going to
damage another author’s ratings. But, that was low, what she did was fucking
low. My street team appears and comments on her post.
    I
really enjoyed Violet’s book.
    Cuddlecock’s
book is one of my favorites of the year.
    Where
are the admins? Someone should delete this post.
    Her post disappears, either by an
administrator of the site or because my street team drove her away. Bitch.
    A message appears while I’m signed in as
Violet. Shit, it’s Kimmy Firestorm. What the fuck does she want?
    Hi
Violet! I’m an author on the Dick Sluts and I was wondering if you saw Hayden’s
post about your book? I found it very rude and inappropriate behavior for an
author to do that. I hope you’re okay and it didn’t hurt your feelings too
much! If you want a happy book to read to lift your spirits then here’s a link
to my new release - HOLDING OUT. XXOO!
    Oh, my fucking Lord. These authors are
crazier than I am. I’d like to say go fuck yourself, Kimmy, for pimping your
books in a private message to my author, but unfortunately I have no choice but
to be nice to everyone; these are the women who buy my books, well, their fans
are, and one wrong move... one mistake, one enemy, and my career as a writer
could be over and then I’m stuck at the university forever. I’d have to change
my pen name and start again.
    I need a publisher, damn it... and it’s
time to call it a night.
    My final online activity at the end of
each day is to check my school email. Not my favorite thing to do, but it’s a
requirement to respond to students and colleagues in a timely manner. Sometimes
Margaret Cole sends me a dumbass question, like Why don’t we have any majors? Or Do you think I should tell anyone that I’m going out of town for a
week? I never answer, but I’ve received a few that have kept me awake at
night. One that mentioned she had heard my students weren’t learning anything.
But nothing, nothing could prepare me for the one I received tonight. It’s from
a student. Sorority girl.
    Professor
Hallowell,
    I
wanted to let you know that I find your classes too structured with no freedom
for creativity or expression. I’ve enjoyed making crafts since the first grade
and I believe I could do a better job teaching at the university level than you
have. I have brought my concerns to the attention of Professor Cole, and with
her help, I have crafted a petition to have you removed from your position. It
will be turned into the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences tomorrow
morning.
    I
am documenting this in an email because I’m not ashamed to come forward and let
you know where the petition originated. It will not be anonymous.
    I
am also requesting that a different professor, Professor Cole, grade my final
work of the semester and that the grade on my transcript come