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VIDEO CHAT (Amanda's Perspective, Part 2)

Sure enough, upon inspection of her low-cut shirt, she discovered one of her boobs hanging out of the neckline. Well, technically it was half a boob. Her push-up bra still covered part of the nipple. In any case, her ninja moves to bring down the tripod rapist must've shimmied one of the ladies loose.

"Just kill me," she whispered to the heavens on the verge of tears. "I choose death over finishing this video chat."

"Amanda?" the male voice called once more. "Amanda? Are you okay?"

With her back against the floor, Amanda side-eyed the cupboard where the tequila was kept. At this point, alcohol would likely improve the situation. If it didn't improve it, the tequila would at least help numb the pending humiliation.

Looking towards the heavens once more, she thought, The Force is supposed to be with me, not against me! Hard to go towards the light when I'm FORCED into darkness all the time.

"Amanda?" the concerned male voice asked again. "Should we call someone to help you?"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Amanda mumbled, irritated by the fact she couldn't just kick the laptop onto the floor and be done with this debacle. The last thing she needed was an ambulance in front of her condo and first responders knocking on her door.

Scurrying to her knees and double checking to make sure her boobs were in order, Amanda plopped back into her seat situated within the camera's view. With a soft voice, she asked, "Do you have everything you need to fix my problem?"

Ian shook his head and blinked a couple times. "Are you okay?"

[Geri: breathe]

A scruffy looking man wearing a HACKER: My other computer is your computer t-shirt wheeled into view in a desk chair on Ian's right. "Hey. Sloth here."

[Jeannie: What's his name?]

[Jeannie: Are you okay, A?]

Sloth placed his arm around Ian's shoulders. "I think we figured out the problem. Simple adjustment." Tapping Ian's chest with his other hand, he added, "Data will have your account fixed before he leaves tonight."

As Sloth was talking, Amanda shot off a few desperate messages to her friends.

[Amanda: What should I say?]

[Amanda: He's hanging up!]

[Amanda: What do I do?]

Ian glanced at Sloth--his expression hard to read. Eventually, he turned his focus to Amanda and smiled. "I think we figured out what the problem is."

[Geri: It's been an eventful evening]

[Jeannie: I don't know, hun]

[Geri: Maybe don't do anything right now?]

[Mona: Nada]

Amanda felt the weight of disappointment drop in her stomach. Even Mona seemed to lean towards retreating--and Mona never retreated when it came to lust and love. C'mon, Amanda. If it was meant to be, then--. Maybe it's for the best.

"That's great!" It was a half-hearted attempt at enthusiasm. Pushing her insecurities to the side, Amanda looked Ian in the eyes for the first time since the clumsy clown show. For a split second, she thought she saw a hint of disappointment in his expression despite having solved the mystery to her bug report shitshow. You're only seeing what you want to see, she rationalized. A disappointed heart plays cruel tricks on the mind.