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Her cheeks flah her veins

She scrolled down A photo of a well-known buyer for awhite powder off a woman’s naked butt appeared next, with the headline: How Certain Fashion Lines End Up in Stores

The bubbles in her abdomen popped, replaced by a panic that squeezed her kidneys

The final i It showed her s to an unseen soue bubble floated over her head: Hi! My Nah-Heeled Wonder!

Her fingers fumbled frantically on the touch screen as she typed in her password on the blog login page Denied She tried again And again Each tie flashed across the screen Daetting all freaked out seeing Tony’s file on her fathers, she’d forgotten about doing it The asshole stalker ed the password She couldn’t access her own site

She stumbled backward until her back hit the wall The phone slipped froainst the hardwood floor with a hollow thud My God Those horrible posts Mean Ugly Nasty The bastard had turned her whole life to shit with the click of afor her to shut down the blog now If it hadn’t been her own Web site, she’d be one of the voices calling for the blogger’s head

Herwith the need for action, she swiped her phone off the floor, tossed it onto the bed, and paced the twelve-by-fourteen room Fury boiled her blood to cold fusion levels Which cleared her thinking and let her brain zero in on what needed to be done Like Rocky, she apparently had to get knocked around before she could work up enough anger to land a killer punch

She really wanted to pull the asshole’s fingernails out with a rusty pair of pliers But that ay too good for the bastard No This dirtbag needed to be stripped of his anony with his criave him away

She’d find it, and she’d nail his ass to the wall

She couldn’t wait She stornation, she peeled around the corner into the kitchen—

And jerked to a stop

The earlya warlow around Tony, ore a pair of worn jeans frayed at the botto else

Bare toes

Hard abs

A police shield bisected by a black band tattooed on his left shoulder