Gross.

A little window on her screen flashes orange, alerting her to another instant message.
The thrill of a yet to be read message leaves her as she maximizes the screen.
"Hey" has never looked so disgusting before.
Of course, she's not seeing "Hey".
She sees clothing coming off.
Lips touching, hands groping...
Two people being where they shouldn't, going where they shouldn't.
And she's disgusted.
With him? With herself. With them.
She smells him, she tastes him, she FEELS him...
And there isnt enough hot water and soap in the world to wash him off
To wash him OUT... of her skin and her mind..
She's disgusted.
And she doesnt feel she has the right to be... he's a friend, a pal.
Someone she should love...
But the experiment's turned him awry.
Changed it all.
And now there's no choice.
She has to be done with it, with him...
With this conversation.
She signs out.