‘Post anything on my account and I’ll kick your FAO.’
***
When Kelly emerged from the bathroom, Finn was sitting at his dining table, bent over her phone, mouth agape, eyes transfixed on the screen.
Kelly rested both her palms on the opposite side of the table to Finn and leaned down to try to catch his eye. ‘How’s dinner coming along?’
‘This is unbelievable,’ he said. ‘You’ve got hundreds of messages. Some from young girls. Even more from parents of young girls.’
‘Saying what?’
‘That you’re a role model and inspiration.’
‘I’m neither of those.’
Finn looked up. ‘You are, Kel. Whether you like it or not.’
‘Well, I don’t like it.’
‘That’s the cost of being in the public eye.’
‘I never wanted to be in the public eye.’
‘Too late now.’
Kelly snatched her phone from Finn’s hand and scrolled through the messages. He was right, there were hundreds and hundreds of them. The profile pictures were mostly young girls or what she presumed were their mothers. But there were some men as well. She clicked on one and flinched like she’d been slapped. No words, just an image of a penis; clearly a selfie. She madly tapped the screen with her thumbs but without success.
‘Eeewww, get it off! Stop it, make it go away!’ She threw her phone down on the table.
Finn glanced at the message. Clenched his jaw. ‘Sick fuckers,’ he muttered. ‘I thought I blocked all the perverts.’
Kelly had started sweating and her stomach swirled like she had seasickness. ‘Why would he send me that?’
‘Obviously an arsehole.’
‘I mean, I know people send nudes to each other but why would anyone send one to me? I don’t even know him. It’s not even my account!’
‘Welcome to the twenty-first century, Dr O’Mara. It’s a jungle out there.’
Kelly sat down next to Finn and leaned against his bulk. ‘Social fucking media. The devil’s spawn.’
Finn laughed. ‘It’s not all bad, Kel. There are hundreds more messages of support for you on there than there are dick pics.’
‘Can you delete them?’
‘Of course.’
‘What should I do with all the others?’
‘There are too many for you to respond individually. You should just post a pic of yourself and caption it with a note of thanks. Let’s workshop some ideas.’
Kelly leaned away from him and smirked. ‘Workshop some ideas?’
‘It’s something my publicist says.’
‘So she’s finally succeeded in turning you into a complete and certified wanker?’
‘Do you want my help or not?’
