Me
I find it relaxing. It’s not some epic fantasy game that’s super complicated. It’s kitschy and relaxing. Like life but without all the stressors. You can build anything you want to build for your homestead, talk to humanoid animals, and visit other players’ villages.
I glance up and look at my little house. It’s pink, like my real apartment is. Pink everywhere. Everything. Even my trash bags. But in the game, I also have a Hugo at home. A husband.
Fuck, I’m lame as fuck.
Hugo
Cool. What do you play on? What game system?
Me
I’m on the computer. But I think you can download it on most consoles.
Hugo
Tablet?
My stomach dances, but it’s not necessarily a pleasant feeling. Are we really talking about this game right now?
Me
Probably? I’m not sure.
There’s a pause before Hugo responds.
Hugo
Yep, just found it. I’m downloading it now. Then you can teach me how to play.
My heart flutters as I stare at my phone screen. After a minute, I look up at my computer and groan. I’m going to have to rename absolutely everything so it doesn’t look like I’m obsessed with this man. Including hiding my game husband, Hugo, who’s standing outside of my village house, waiting for me with a big smile.
I sigh.
Chapter Three
HUGO
“I had a really good time,”Felicia—or Amy or Lynette or…—says as she stands in my doorway, looking at me with a flirty smile.
I give her a polite smile in return, making it a little bigger than necessary so it hides some of my boredom. My grip on my door handle is tight, blocking the entry back into my house.
“We should do this again,” Lora or Danielle or Maria… says. “Call me?”
My smile widens and I give her a wink. “Have a safe ride home, darlin’.”
Paulette or Erica or Florence… smiles and finally takes the hint. She turns toward the driveway and makes her way to the rideshare waiting for her. I remain in the doorway as she turns and waves goodbye.
It’s not a hello. It’s most certainly a goodbye.
She gets in the car, and I stay where I am until the car pulls away. Then my smile fades. Stepping back into my house, I close the door and lock it. For good measure, I arm the security system.
Meandering back through my house, I pause in the living room and look at my couch. It’s probably still a little messy from her. She was… juicy.
I ignore it and head further into my house, bypassing the livingroom entirely and heading for my den. No one goes beyond my living room. Not one of the girls, at any rate.
Since I wasn’t really feeling this girl when I got her here, I didn’t even take off my clothes. Instead, I just pleased her. Made sure she felt good. Offered her a drink when I was done and then ordered her a rideshare to get rid of her.
