Page 73 of Clan and Command

“She’d be all over you bro if she met you in person.” I’m literally talking to myself in the mirror. “I mean, what girl isn’t?”

I flex again, pulling back the sleeve of my shirt so I can admire my bicep. Flex.

Turn my fist this way and that to create more bulge, the way guys do when they want their guns to smoke.

“Boom.”

I glance out the bedroom window toward Shannon’s house, then down at my dick, debating; how badly do I want to get my pole waxed right now? And do I have the energy to do it myself instead of walking to the neighbor’s house?

Karris:I’d love to see you.

She’d love to see me? That’s a strange way of putting it.

Me:Let’s do it.

Karris:What are you doing tonight?

Tonight?

I stare down my torso again; I’m still wearing track pants and a tee shirt, but I supposed it wouldn’t be too much trouble to change into something nerdier for the good of the cause.

Me:Meeting you??

Karris:OMG REALLY????

Me:Sure. Let’s do it.

Karris:I can be ready in 40 minutes, where should we meet?

Me:Lady’s choice.

Karris:My place.

Seriously? For a first date? That’s a bit presumptuous but not a complete surprise. As long as she doesn’t have roommates breathing down our necks, I could stop by for a bit and say hello.

Karris shoots me her address.

Karris:Yay! I’m so excited. I have a surprise for you…

twelve

daisy

I try not to ever date anyone with six-pack abs.

Seriously, what guy develops a six-pack to date onlyoneperson?

I would doanything for a french fry right now. Seriously, just about anything, and so would my stomach, which is growling furiously.

Walking at a pace of someone hell-bent on eating, I make a beeline for the student union only to find it packed, my stomach reminding me yet again that it wants and needs fuel.

Students everywhere.

“This is why I never come in here during the day,” I grumble to myself, stepping in line for the grill, grabbing a plastic tray in the process, and immediately sliding it along the metal rails though no tray is technically necessary.

Just kidding—I came for the fries but grab a cup of fruit and a bag of potato chips—impatiently glancing around the guy in front of me to see how far back I am from the steaming, hot burgers and crinkle fries.

Lord, am I hungry.