By Christopher Munroe
The mask cost twelve dollars at Expo when we went in the spring.
Well worth it.
I took it home, put it on a shelf, and waited.
Summer rolled on and into autumn, and once she’d forgotten we had the thing, I knew the time had come.
I greeted her at the door as she got home from work, naked other than the plastic, V for Vendetta-style Guy Fawkes mask.
“Hey, baby,” I said, the leer she couldn’t see nonetheless perfectly clear in my voice, “want to have some Anonymous sex?”
….I’m as surprised that it worked as you are!