<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion by front door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gregg, Lisa, Tim<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>Gilda looked up at the old house. “Thought I recognized you from a few games or pep rallies, Gregg...not usually my scene, but the captain’s hard to miss and all. Scooby Doo meets Breakfast Club huh….that’s...too true. Dibs on Molly Ringwald’s character. Or Daphne.”<br/><br/>In truth, what with her loves of computer dabbling, art, and the fantasy genre, she might’ve been more like whatever the nerdy girl’s character name was...but not a good idea to talking about her hacking habit here.<br/><br/>When Gilda went with Lisa to lock the bike in her car, and they had just gotten it in nice and tight by pushing and pulling from the doors on either side, and locked the car up again, it was the perfect chance for Gilda to slip out her phone and see what she’d snared in her web so far.<br/><br/><em>Oh my...jackpot…</em>She had quite a selection of pretty and sometimes sexy shots from Lisa herself - although it took her a moment to recognize some of them, as the girl apparently had put together quite a few elaborate cosplay costumes, transforming herself.<em>Well well well...speaking of the fantasy genre and fantasy characters...the next time I take a nice long back or snuggle into bed, I just might have to take matters into my own hands while perusing some of these ‘fantasy characters’ at my leisure...</em><br/><br/><em>...maybe eventually I can get her to put on a few of these costumes for me….or take them off…</em><br/><br/>That wasn’t the only rich vein her digital dwarves had mined out. The next batch of photos, judging from some of the text and captions (and things like Gregg’s name written in lipstick across bare stomachs and busts), were very clearly a flood (so to speak…) of sexy selfies. Other girls (leading to cheerleaders, to judge from the little skirts and pompoms showing up) had been throwing the pics at Gregg, along with, presumably, their 3D selves whenever they had the chance in person. Gilda flicked curious eyes to the footballer fellow,  and just before she put on the phone away…<br/><br/><em>That Bitch Rachel!!! And that’s….ME!!!! I I took these!! They are already on my damn phone!</em><br/><br/>Yup, she recognized the in-bed couple selfies...freshly sweaty from romping, with sheets and stuffed animals strategically placed, Gilda herself and That Bitch Rachel.<em>These were for US! Our special photos….. :’-( …….   &gt;8-[ </em><br/><br/>From accompanying text, Gilda quickly realized the game - it looked like That Bitch Rachel had later sent her ‘photoshoot’ with Gilda along to Gregg, as a way to entice the guy to go out with her. Maybe put the lure of a menage a trois on this mind. Gilda really burned though, like a witch in an oven, when she saw some of the text:<br/><br/><em>4 realz Gregg she was just a experiencimental phase! Totes over that loser! We can do 3way with some1 better. She wuz a FREAK and not the good kind! Well not JUST the good kind, here r some more pix for my Captain O Captain xoxoxoxo <strong>69 ATTACHED FILES</strong></em><br/><br/>The only saving grace was that it had been a Halloween shoot, with Gilda wearing a bear mask in the photos (and during everything that had preceded them with That Bitch Rachel, as Gilda remembered with bittersweet arousal).  So Gilda’s mortification was mollified only by the thought that Gregg probably hadn’t recognized her from his emperor’s-vault-sized spank bank, at least not yet. Might depend on how much skin of hers he saw in other contexts.<br/><br/>Hmm...Gilda’s mind whirred again, mulling how she might take some sort of revenge on That Bitch Rachel. Maybe something to make her jealous the way Gilda had felt jealous when she’d found out that cheerleader had left her for the other team (apparently, the football captain of that team).<br/><br/>The sad trombone sound from Tim’s phone wouldn’t have been that concerning by itself, but when it’s owner taunted the group, said one of them was being naughty….Gilda knew he was onto the cybersleuthing in their midst. Gilda didn’t know if he’d guessed it was her...but hopefully she at least had plausible deniability.<br/><br/>And when he got out his phone, and said ‘nice shot’<em>while winking at her...ohhhhhh @#%$%@$</em>Gilda began to wonder if...no, couldn’t be...could it...she knew it was suicide to take her phone out now, and in any case she might not even be able to tell if she had been countersnarfed. Maybe he was just trolling her from under the digital bridge between their phones.<br/><br/>She would just have to play it cool. Maybe figure out some sort of way to get Tim, as he introduced himself, on his side, incentivize him to keep anything he’d gotten as ‘their little secret’.<br/><br/>This all made Gilda keen to change the topic of conversation. She rang the doorbell again. She probably couldv'e picked the lock if she wanted to - she had her little toys, and sneaking into other people's houses was her favorite vice - but that would hardly help with extra credit from Prof Lucian, and anyway, it might further tip off Tim that Gilda was both physical and digital sneak.<br/><br/>Gilda laughed casually to Gregg, “Air’s getting a little nippy! If the prof doesn’t let us in soon, I might just take you up on that motorcycle ride now!”<br/><br/>Indeed, the air was nippy enough for the front of Gilda’s cardigan to become pointedly, well, nippy.<br/>