Lorne and Catherine sat side-by-side with arms around each other's shoulders, heads leaning together. "So where are you starting?" She turned her head and nibbled his ear. "I like these adjustable stools — I can reach you now without craning my neck. So where?"
"I'm thinking of Shufflr."
"Shufflr? Why there? Table settings, cute puppy shots, tropical sunsets?"
"Depends on what you're searching for. I'll start with Bottom Line's fixation: penectomy, nullification, neutering. It's all there."
She sat up, turned and stared at him. "No! You're joking." She tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "You're not, are you?"
He shook his head slowly. "No. Great source. Damned near every image on the net has been copied and posted there, tagged, then shuffled, tumbled and re-shuffled. It's a great mine site with histories and links, just takes a lot of digging."
"You're indefatigable, aren't you?"
"Among other things."
"Fuck! I'll show you photos of cute kitties, you show me some of penis amputations. Fuck. Where's society going?"
"Same diversity of direction it's always followed, but now able to communicate it more easily, more broadly. Simple as that."
"Yeah, I suppose it's remained hidden through the ages. Now people can share it anonymously."
"That's what they believe. That's why so much of this stuff is posted, shared, liked, commented on, copied, pasted, reposted, shuffled. Most think they're doing this in anonymity."
"And you can track it?" She was back to rubbing his shoulder.
"For most of this stuff I don't even need to hack into the servers. It's all lying there for those who know what to search for and how to search."
"So what if I type in pussytattoo.shufflr.com?"
"Try it."
She typed and hit enter. "It's come back with a Nope Not Here message."
"Try tattoopussy or pussytat or Tweety's puddytat, be creative."
"Those stupid sixties cartoons... Wow, tattoopussy, look at this. Look at these. This one, her lips look like the snarling cat's tongue." She sat slowly shaking her head. "They really do want to show off, don't they? Look at all of these."
"Over there, on the right side, People I Follow, all those icons. There must be two hundred of them. Roll over each to see their names. Right click a new tab on any interesting ones. Watch what comes up."
"I never realised there was such a broad variety of pussy. Thin lips, thick lips, long ones, short ones. A lot of sad looking lips, though, pierced, ringed, chained... And the tattoos, from crude to creative, some quite pretty."
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Unknown Diners
General FictionReviewing restaurants is normally a safe pursuit, but Lorne and Catherine face torture and death when they try to unravel organised crime's infiltration of the fine dining scene. Their longstanding friendship deepens when they meet again seven mont...