I walk over to my desk and boot up my laptop, logging onto Tinder. It’s been a day since I checked for any messages and I’m praying to God that there is a new one. I will definitely be fingering myself in the next thirty minutes, but if it’s to Johnny’s face, c**k, mouth, or anything else involving him, I’ll be angry and annoyed doing it. Johnny was boyfriend. We broke up six months ago. And obviously, I still can't seen to get him out of my mind...
Until today.
The screen loads and my inbox envelope blinks the bright green color I was hoping to see. I click on it and open up the message box.
LucienTripp has left you a note.
LucienTripp: Hey there, @Rainbowgirl. My name’s Lucien. I’m twenty-seven years old, living in White Hall, Alabama, and I don’t wear a uniform. You’re really pre
