For the Cappers by Blankage

“Thank God for girls like this.” Terry stared hopefully at the blue-eyed blonde on his computer screen as she vacantly stared back. The chat room was almost empty. There was a fairly strong sense that the rather bored looking girl on the other side of the computer screen wouldn’t be showing tonight. None of the regulars were in the room, and it was getting late. Still, Terry had hope. One of the cappers he traded with had informed him that this chick had shown bra on at least one occasion. And if she’d showed bra once, who knew what else had gone on that nobody was talking about.