The dorm was quiet except for the soft glow of my phone screen and the distant hum of the AC. I was already half-undressed, tank top shoved up under my tits, panties around one ankle, legs spread on the narrow bed. My anonymous was online. The only person who ever got the real version of me.

I typed with one hand.

LittleLamb: so today on the campus tour… long empty hallway after the group moved on. I kept imagining Marcus was there. waiting. like he used to wait outside my door at home.

The reply came almost instantly.

Anonymous: and what did I do next, my little lamb?

My stomach...