If Brian gave her one more obscene or misogynist password to feed into the program she was writing, Tori thought she might strangle him.

“Sorry,” Brian muttered. “But in our defense, this stuff was never meant to be public.”

Tori’s arm throbbed, and her already tattered patience grew a bit more ragged. Still, she kept her snark confined to a simple, “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“Well, sure. None of us would say any of those things in public. You only know about it because we’re in people’s personal accounts, their private jokes.”

“Right. And people’s private jokes have never led them to behave badly toward others in public, I’m sure.”

“You can’t police people’s thoug...

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