Then, before she could answer: actually i’d prefer to wait for a few days so you can wear the red ones for awhile. tell me how much. i’ll pay extra if you send me pics of your feet in them while i wait

Lena hit the block button. Went back and deleted the shoe post, but not before she saw that twelve people were ‘watching’.

Exhausted, hands red raw and itchy from handling dust and polyester and rubber and plastic, aching from cleaning and folding, Lena walked up and down the hallway, surveying the goods. What would it take to pack up and post this shit even if it did sell? Inviting all these dicks to creep onto her alternate online identity in the meanwhile, risk having someone like HeelMan94 turn up at the door if she arranged an in-person pick-up.

She deleted all the posts she’d made, deleted the account. Took out a new roll of garbage bags and filled one after another after another, placing each newly swollen bag against the wall until there was a satisfyingly neat row, three bags high, ready for the skip that was coming tomorrow morning. She’d had to use Nic’s credit card to pay for it, which she felt shit about, but the bloody thing cost four nights’ work and since the Mastercard had literally fallen into her hands while she’d been searching for Nic’s Medicare card, as requested by the hospital, she figured it was a sign.

Finally encased in her sleeping bag, Lena steeled herself to scroll through all the messages that had arrived since she’d last looked. She should forward some of these dick pics to the shoe creep, that’d be fun. Or maybe forward them to each other, a dick exchange, though most of the dick senders blocked their numbers.

Better idea: Think these came to me by mistake, she wrote to Josh, then forward forward forward every last unwanted cock.

Closing down all the apps she noticed it was 3.25 a.m. The row of bags against the wall was less satisfying now she realised it was the result of six goddamn hours of work.

On the other hand, she felt even better about bombarding Josh with penises since he would either be woken by all the pinging dicks or wake up to a phone turned filthy with them.

NIC

NIC

‘Lena not coming today?’ Kon asks while checking Nic’s bandages at the end of his shift.