Paul looked at himself in the cracked mirror above the sink. He didn’t have a full-length mirror, so he’d had to drag a chair to the sink and stand on it and move his body to see himself. Perhaps Slavic Girl had a point. He knew his appearance was mediocre and quite frankly he didn’t give a shit. To get girls before, he’d always used other means but instinctively, he knew with Slavic Girl, such approaches would backfire.

Getting down from the chair, he collapsed onto the sofa, his only view being the yellow stains on the ceiling and, with a certainty he couldn’t explain, he knew he would need a new plan. He leapt up from the sofa immediately energised and turned on his computer, scouring the internet for Slavic Girl. He’d heard one of the kids call her Jess, so he started by searching Jess and Jessica on Facebook adding the location to the search function. It didn’t take long.

He also found her on Instagram, where she had several thousand followers. And once Paul started scrolling, he could see why. Pose after pose, mainly semi-naked, assaulted Paul and he felt himself get hard again. This time, he didn’t need to hide it and he quickly pulled down his jeans, his finger scrolling through the images faster and faster.

*

Paul woke with his trousers around his ankles and quickly shrugged them off and went to the toilet. Fully awake, he saw his computer was still on but in sleep mode, and putting on some underwear, he sat down and restarted it. It was three in the morning, but he felt wide awake.

He continued his search; it was easier now he knew Slavic Girl’s second name and he carefully memorised all her details, and then he saw a Facebook post that made his heart stop. She’d taken a picture outside an office block in central Manchester, hands behind her head, head to one side, eyes closed, like she was at the fucking beach rather than in a grimy city.

My first photoshoot! the caption screamed.

God, she was absolutely stunning. But it wasn’t the fact that she modelled that made his heart stop – he could have guessed that. It was the name of the office block – Trident Square. He continued browsing for another half an hour. Eventually, he gave up, tiredness pulling at the corners of his mind and finally, he turned off the machine and went back to sleep.

*