Derek found it funny and well worth the fees. He never actively arranged to meet people but always turned up if a man asked his alter ego; this time a buxom lass from Burnley called Denise.
Her picture seemed familiar to a lot of visitors to her profile. He’d found it online so they’d probably seen it before. He changed the interests, name and photo depending on the site and spent a good proportion of his day in his Canary Wharf office, chatting to men from all around the world pretending to be female.
It had become almost an addiction.