Chapter 1.

“I tell ya, man,” Micah told his friend Justin, “she is talking about you behind your back.”

“Sandra? No never. I love her and she loves me!” Justin insisted.

“No, I'm telling you. She talked about you behind your back. She says you are immature and naive. She is only with you because of your wallet and your big dick.”

“Well, I do have a big dick.”

“Dude, come on.”

“No, I have one. You've seen it. It's fucking huge. Here, I'll show you.”

“I don't want to see your dick.”

“Fine.”

“But I'm warning you. She doesn't care about you. She talked behind your back.”

“Have you ever heard her say anything?”

“No, I'm not around her. But that is what she says to her friends.”

“So, they could be lying to you.”

“I'm sure they are not. Why would they?”

“They must have their reasons.”

“Why would Sandra want you?”

“Well, there is that big dick you mentioned.”

“She fell in love with your dick? Come on. Before her, you hadn't had any girls.”

“I had a few.”

“Very few. But what would a gorgeous girl like her want with you?”

Micah knew Justin Pritchard very well. They had been friends since they were schoolboys together. Justin was 27 years old. He was five foot eight and 205 pounds. With brown eyes and curly brown hair. He was a computer nerd who made a lot of money creating an app that took off when a video about it went viral. Whether it was his brains that made him rich or just dumb luck was hard to tell. But he had plenty of money for a man that young.

“She loves me, that is all that matters.”

“She doesn't. She just wants what you can give her.”

“You don't know what you're talking about. When we are together, I know she loves me. I love her. We love each other!”

Micah could see that he wasn't doing any good, so he just said, “Look, man, I'm just telling you.”

Several days later, Justin contacted Micah through a video version of Messenger. Justin's face appeared on Micah's screen and of course, Micah's face appeared on Justin's.

“I was thinking about what you told me,” Justin said with a bit of worry on his face. “I do think that Sandra loves me. But I need to find out one way or the other.”

Still feeling frustrated that Justin would not take his word, Micah responds in a neutral voice, "It's true. I'm telling you.”

“But you haven't heard it.”

“No.”

“I need to hear it for myself.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I'm going to become her friend and talk to her. If she says something like that then I'll know.”

Raising an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

“Look at this picture.”

Justin held up a picture of a young woman with long slightly wavy dark brown hair with a part slightly off-center on the left side, and brown eyes framed by thin eyebrows that tapered toward the outside of her face. She was a woman in her thirties of obvious Hispanic descent.

“Who is that? Your new girlfriend?”

“No, this person doesn't exist. But she is pretty. Now watch this.”

“Watch what?”

Micah looked the screen as Justin put on a wig that matched the woman's hair on his own head.

“Man, you look ridiculous.”

“I'm not done.”

Micah could tell that Justin was using his mouse to select something. Instantly, Justin's face disappeared, and it was replaced with the face of the young Hispanic lady. Except for the clothing which Micah could see (the top of Justin's shirt) hadn't changed.

“What do you think now?”

The woman's face and especially her mouth moved in sync with Justin's words.

In a snarky voice, “Very funny!”

“No, you think it'll work?”

“What will work?”