Bunny Ch. 11

If you haven't read part 10, do so here. Or you can start from the beginning.

 On Monday Mr. Hale gives me three dollars for the coffee shop and tells me to put the change in Brandon's tip jar. I'm angry, and ashamed of myself, but haven't the courage to throw the money in his face and walk away. The book in my plastic sack is heavy; I think it might be Dickens, finally, as payment for the scene I provided yesterday. I'm guiltily looking forward to my reading. I think, I am a whore.

Sandalwood 2

Gary shuffled his feet and his shoulders suddenly slumped. “I didn’t think you were interested in me, or guys or whatever."

“In guys.” Tell me, but don’t tell me. I needed to know. Pandora’s box was opening, spilling out all my darkest secrets, but I didn’t have the strength to throw back the lid and peer inside. Help me out, here. “So you mean I don’t just crash at your place. I have sex with you?”

Bunny Ch. 10

If you haven't read part 9, do so here. Or you can start from the beginning.

It’s one of those rare days when I’m enjoying, or at least allowing myself to enjoy Mr. Hale’s attentions. He constantly hits that sweet spot inside me, which he only does when he really wants something from me. I know that there must be some trick up his sleeve, but I can’t bring myself to be concerned.

The Roommate Ch. 4

It’s been a week, so when Preston calls, asking to come get his barbecue grill for when he finds a new apartment, I decided to let him. I had blown off my steam, talked to Lance and Peggy, whined to my parents (my mother tried to convince me that things could be fixed, she had always liked Preston), and have come to the conclusion that despite current feelings, I’ll get over him eventually. I just have to face the fact that he and I are never going to happen.

Bunny Ch. 9

If you haven't read part 8, do so here. Or you can start from the beginning.

It was actually Brandon who invited the Ultimate Frisbee team over to celebrate after our victory during the championships. We’re all acting goofy and Anya, the girl with the perfect breasts, suggests we play a party game that nobody has played since middle school.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Brandon volunteers. I don’t know what that means, but a lot of people laugh and make kissing noises.

“Spin the Bottle,” someone else suggests. I’ve never heard of that one, either.

“Truth or Dare,” says Camden. That one I know.

“Never Have I Ever,” says Anya. That one I don’t know.

“Hear, hear!” Brandon laughs, raising his beer.

It is decided that we play a rousing game of Never Have I Ever, so we put the pizza on the coffee table and sit in a circle around the room. After the group drinks an opening shot of something sweet and burning the glasses are refilled. Camden is sitting next to me, so I lean over and asked him what the heck is going on.