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of the two older men, Javier and Mark, kissing Armando on either cheek. Nailah ignored Maura and Brian’s awwww’s of sweetness, but she had to admit to herself that the picture was pretty cute.
    It took some clicking, and a solid five minutes of Brian and Maura saying “Click that one. Click that one,” but finally things got interesting.
    The first gem they found was a few years old, a picture of Armando with a different older black man and a younger white girl. Armando was in a t-shirt. The girl was wearing a collar and a corset that pushed her boobs up to her chin. The other man was wearing a leather vest that hung open, revealing some ink on his chest. He looked familiar, but Nailah couldn’t place him. The caption read “Sir and I ran into Master Philip at the expo.” Nailah read it out loud.
    “Hello!” Brian added.
    “Is that the kink expo they have down at the convention center?” Maura asked.
    “What do you know about it?” Nailah couldn’t hide her shock.
    “They put a billboard up near my apartment every year.”
    “Click on the Master Philip guy,” Brian suggested.
    Nailah clicked through to his profile and found more gilded breadcrumbs. This Philip guy was massively into kink. All his pictures were relatively g-rated but most of them were taken at some kind of fetish event. Nailah was surprised when she came across pictures of him and a woman named Evelyn Baker, who he’d tagged as his wife, sitting on the beach. But the rest of the pictures? Leather. So much leather.
    “Go to his ‘about’ tab.” Brian suggested. “There. Click that.”
    The URL took them to a fetish site,kinklife.com.
    “You have to have a profile to view his page,” Nailah said as she reached a digital roadblock.
    “So let’s make one. Here.” Maura grabbed her laptop back and flopped into the chair on the other side of Nailah’s desk.
    Nailah tried to focus on Mrs. Levitz and her home decor, but she couldn’t keep her mind off Armando and his interesting group of acquaintances.
    “I wonder if he’s still with her,” she pondered out loud.
    “With who?” Brian asked.
    “Uh, no one.” She was thinking of the girl who’d referred to Armando as Sir, Tina something. The jab of jealousy she felt made no sense but it was there, poking her like a stick.
    “Okay. I made you a new email account to register with,” Maura boasted, as if she’d just scored Nailah her dream client. She handed the laptop back to Nailah, as she scurried behind her chair.
    “Queen_oftheNile? Really?” Nailah looked at the profile name they’d come up with, right next to a picture of a woman’s hands holding a set of golden handcuffs.
    “It’s just for stalking purposes,” Maura said, offering a shrug.
    “Very subtle.” Nailah clicked on the link next to Master Philip’s profile. “There’s a lot going on.”
    The man’s page boasted over one thousand pictures, a bio longer than Nailah’s arm and more personal associations than one could follow. He was in a relationship with a MistresstoherKnight, who she quickly discovered was his wife Evelyn, but his leather family, whatever the fuck that was, was a list of nearly ten people. Nailah clicked on pictures, knowing she’d have better luck finding Armando on sight rather than looking for some silly nickname.
    Third row down, second picture in, there he was. Nailah could almost feel the anticipation coming off of Brian and Maura as they looked over her shoulder.
    He wasn’t tagged in the picture, but he’d liked it. His face was clearly visible in a little icon off to the right.
    She didn’t wait for any comments or directions from the peanut gallery. His page told her a few things right off the bat. He knew how to pose for a good photo. The larger version of his profile picture showed him shirtless, his body half-cast in shadow. He had tattoos all down his right side and up his left shoulder and left pec. His profile said he was a Dominant and that he was single. So much