Hatred was my Photoshop tutor. Four hours with this cursed program. But it was worth it. I learned a bunch of little tricks and now his micro-dick and spotty complexion were on perfect display. Now, I just needed the right caption.
“HPV-riddled fast shooter”? “How to pay for your own drinks when he swipes right”? They both sucked. It needed to be grabbing. Racking my brain, my memory betrayed me and replayed the sight of his hand brushing against that red-headed slut’s ass outside Panda Express. No surprise that’s where he took her. Cheap bastard. $10 for an entree and he didn’t even buy her an extra side.
Photoshop pinged. File size reduced. That’s #15. What next? Maybe an ass pic? Why not enlist the gays. If I’m lucky they’ll blow up his phone with dick pics right about the same time he’s at his “sister’s”. Damn, he only sent me one, a crap side shot with a dorky expression. I shrugged. Photoshop to the rescue!
I accidentally swiped and my own ass shot appeared. It was nice, even in those sweatpants. “I like a big handful,” he’d said. His handprints were still visible in the morning. I bit my lip. That sex was pretty amazing. But no one uses me! Not even once! I was gonna make sure he never made another woman feel like I feel ever again.
Cropping done, I looked through the set. Complete. All edited and not a flattering pic in the bunch. The onslaught of ridiculing tweets would be endless. I loved that. A few minutes of locating the right 4chan forum and I was ready.
My finger hovered over the upload button as a whiff of hesitancy hit. “Let’s hang out again, sometime,” he’d said as he kissed me goodbye. That was two weeks ago. Fuck him!
With all doubt obliterated—send.
I smiled. Moments later, my phone chirped. Lexi was DMing me. “OMG. Are you okay?”
That was fast, I thought. “Yeah, great! You saw it? Amazing, right?”
“What?!” She sent a link and I clicked it.
My naked pics to him with the caption: “Bunny boiler double D’s! Nina – (555) 314-7301.”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” I flung my laptop across the room.