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I know he doesn’t have to since there are practically more cameras around this place than the Pentagon, but I get the feeling simply watching from a distance isn’t truly enough.
He wants to be closer.
He wants to see me in person.
Hear me.
Smell me.
Feel me.
And…as fucked up as it is…the feeling is mutual.
I wanna look into his eyes.
Discover what he’s hiding.
Why he hides.
Maybe he even ask him about Strawberry Cuntcake and if he’s aware of her feelings for him, which are way more obvious now that my mom’s pointed it out to me.
Curiosity eventually gets the better of me prompting me to inquire, “Is that the boss?”
“Assistant.”
“Yours or his?”
“Mine.”
“You share a body, but you can’t share an assistant?”
The snarky retort leads to him sending a playful glare in my direction. “We don’t share a body.”
“But like, would you?” Changing the subject is swiftly done. “Would you bang the same chick?”
Redness threatens to take over his face during his verbal stumbling. “No.”
“Like no, you wouldn’t bang the same chick or no, you wouldn’t bang her at the same time?”
“Um…both?”
“Is that both because you don’t like the same type of women or both because you’d never have a threesome or both because you’d never have a threesome with your best friend?”
“I don’t like this line of questioning.”
“Because you’re not used to being the one that has to answer.”
His mouth twitches as though about to say one thing but opts for another. “Has anyone ever told you that you have this odd way of making people uncomfortable?”
“It’s a gift.”
J.T. rolls his eyes and resumes his texting.
After another beat, I exchange my plate for my glass beer bottle and ask, “Got a computer I can borrow?”
“You don’t have your own?”
“If I did, why would I ask to borrow yours, Puppet Boy?” The nickname jab receives his full attention again. “To check out the type of porn you watch?”
