As she sipped at her morning coffee, casually scrolling through her social media, a friend request notification caught her eye.
"I wonder what creep this is?" she said to herself.
Being a female on social media meant she received countless messages and inappropriate pictures from random men on a daily basis. She usually didn't even bother opening them, instead instantly deleting them, but for some reason she decide to read this request.
Luckily it was from an older gent that lived a few doors away from her so she readily accepted him into her online world. He instantly messaged her saying thanks and promising not to be a pest.
Whenever their paths had crossed he and his wife had always spoken and been cheerful. She guessed he was in his mid fifties so a couple of decades older than her. There was no physical attraction towards him but she liked the fact he was always courteous towards her.
Over the following weeks he had often messaged with a nice "hello" or "hope you have a great day" and she had always replied. It was a pleasant change from receiving filth from strangers.
After a fun evening out with her girlfriends, her hangover the following morning was monumental, she never learned to drink steadily, so she had talked her husband into making her a coffee before he left for work. She had no intention of leaving the house for the forseeable hours ahead. As she opened her phone she was pleased to see a notification from her elder friend.
"Good morning" it read "I hope your hangover isn't too bad?"
She was taken aback. How did he know she was hungover? She asked him in her response.
"I saw you staggering past the house last night as I was putting the bins out. Don't you remember chatting?"
She didn't.
"Well you did seem slightly the worse for wear"
She apologised in her next reply.
His response startled her "One word of warning. Make sure the front of your dress stays fully closed next time. I'm not complaining but I'm pretty sure your hubby wouldn't like the fact your undies were on show for all the world to see" the addition of a smiling face emoji didn't soften the blow.
Did that mean he had seen her underwear fully? Was it just her bra? Had he seen her pants? She needed to know because she could feel her face reddening with embarrassment.
"What exactly did I show?" she typed, nervously awaiting his reply.
"A very stylish black lace bra and a very sheer pair of knickers" again the smiling emoji didn't help.
She was devastated. Bizzarrely though not at the thought of him seeing her semi naked. Her biggest concern was who else had she passed on the way home and why hadn't her husband told her before he went to work?
The message notification sounding snapped her out of her shame fuelled comatose state.
"Can I tell you a little confession?" he asked.
