Scott is torn. He is talking with someone and he thought things were going well – they’re flirting, sending risky pics… But it’s been a whole day without a reply. And now the voices in his head are giving him the whole range of paranoid thoughts and calming whispers. Should he double text? Is he being clingy? Are they fucking someone else right at this moment as he’s debating it with the devilish doubter Judy Jolie and the angelic assurance from Skye Blue? Both these conflicting thots vie for Scott’s attention (and his dick) to bring him over to their point of view… For better or for worse.
