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"Then open it!"

"Shh," I said. I didn't want her to draw any attention to us. Not because I didn't want people to know about the envelopes. I just didn’t want anyone to remember the scene Chastity had caused at my last spin class. I was hoping everyone could just forgetabout it and move on. If anyone mentioned it today, I for sure would never show my face here again.

Before I could reach for the envelope, Chastity had already snatched it up and broken the gold wax seal. She pulled out the single piece of parchment contained within.

We hope you enjoyed your first spa session. To check your results and accept our terms of service, please log in to the Society app.

Username: Raven

Password: 8JTY79

"Results?" asked Chastity.

"App?" I added. "Every one of these letters gets more confusing." And who the hell was Raven?

The last girl to leave the locker room gave us a judgy look on her way out. Usually I would have been annoyed, but now I was just happy we were alone so we could freely discuss what the hell this letter was talking about.

I pulled out my phone and searched the Google Play Store for the Society's app, but that was as useless as our earlier Google search. “There’s no app called that.”

“Are you sure?” Chastity searched too, and her face looked more crestfallen by the minute. “Damn.”

Oh well.I was done with the Society and their creepy letters. The only thing that concerned me was scheduling a doctor's appointment to figure out what those Moroccan assholes had injected into my arm. Or at least...that should have been the only thing that concerned me.

Instead, I found myself wondering if my stalker had been the one to deliver that letter.

Stalker Problems - Chapter 8 - Tax Codes

Friday – April 7, 2023

Usually having to wait an entire day for a doctor’s appointment would have been impossible, but the mystery of the Society, my stalker, and that damned app made the time pass in a flash. I searched everywhere for clues about any of it, but my searches were completely and utterly fruitless. Probably because the letters had been for some chick named Raven. It did kind of all make sense now. I was just getting them by mistake. And now I kind of wished I was this Raven person. Because her life was probably super glamorous. And her name was super cool. Raven. She sounded so badass.

I’d dreamt of my stalker again last night. He’d appeared and saved me from my injection. And then he locked me up and kept me all to himself. It should have been a terrifying dream. But he made being tied up quite enjoyable.

Not even reminiscing about my dream could help me out of this hell though. I was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, holding my breath. There were so many kids everywhere. If I breathed, I was worried I’d catch something.

"Ms. Cooper," called the nurse. "We'll see you now."

Thank God.I kept holding my breath until I was safely in the exam room.

The nurse took my vitals. I was 5'2 and 119 pounds, which felt horrifying. The trophy wives in my spin class were probably the same weight, but it was spread out over their 6-foot frames. Ireally needed to ask them about all the protein muscle weight. I was definitely doing something wrong. Then she took my pulse. And then she took it again.

"Take a few deep breaths," she said as she pressed her fingers across my wrist.

That's not how this works.My normal heart rate, if it was taken at home and not after I nearly contracted the plague from Timmy in the waiting room, was fine. Probably 65 or 70 beats per minute. But my heart rate at the doctor's office had always been off the charts. I guessed she was probably clocking me at over 150 beats per minute.

She scribbled some notes on a clipboard and then took my blood pressure. Then she told me to sit tight and that the doctor would be with me shortly.

I waited patiently for the first 10 minutes, but then I got worried that I was doing something wrong. Was I supposed to be putting on a gown? There was one hanging on the door.

No, that would be weird.It was like the Moroccan spa all over again. Why did I always end up in situations where I wasn't sure if I was supposed to get naked or not?

I started reading all the posters and signs to help pass the time. There was a chart of the gastrointestinal system on one wall and a biohazard warning on a waste bin in the corner. But what really caught my attention was the ad for GenieMD taped to one of the cabinets. It boasted the secure storage of personal health records, educational material, and even video visits.Video visits!That meant no more germ-filled waiting rooms. Iwas sold. I immediately pulled out my phone and downloaded the app.

I tried memorizing all the parts of the gastrointestinal system while it finished downloading. Then I navigated to my apps page, and I was about to click on GenieMD when I noticed something odd. Bitmoji had always been last on my list of apps, but now there weretwonew apps after it. One was GenieMD, but the other was something called Tax Codes.Tax Codes? What the hell is that?I clicked on it and my screen turned black with two text boxes in the center. One was labeledUsername. The other wasPassword.

Did Chastity put another password-protected porn folder on my phone?She had done that a few months ago to try to help me through the divorce, so it wouldn't be unheard of.

Then it hit me.Of course!This was the Society's app. They must have taken my phone at the spa and loaded it on there. I remembered my username was Raven. Or well…Raven’s username was Raven. But I couldn't recall the password. I rummaged around in my purse until my hand closed on the folded-up letter.