Island Lies

By J. Bango

A rock’n little bar at the water’s edge, becomes the headquarters to usher in Jess’ new sexual agenda, as well as the warping realization of a female based “travel agency” in its midst. Promiscuity breaks all barriers here, as does everything else associated with moral fiber it seems. You might say that she and a few friends rewrite societies code for the acceptable; or simply trash the outdated model.

They’re not alone in the way of desires and goals, of course—latching on to new associates that complicate day-to-day operations—to the point of having to laugh at themselves. The group of fiery ladies aren’t sure how it all comes about, yet somehow their lives soon intertwine with kidnappers and worse yet, find themselves having to mop clean several homicides. Nothing shots at the bar can’t mend mind you, but nothing found on the Key Life web pages either.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Bango
• Release date: Jul 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310319099

J. Bango

#Chicklit for admirers of smart & #sexy satire, #romcom banter and #erotic word flavor. Life is hard―kick its ass. Love your fetish. #Collegehumor gone wild.Author of new adult fiction and romantic comedies. Realistic plots for today's reader, laced in satire and sexy, adult humor. A self-improvement book and an illustrated children's short story book are also available.My novels tend to bend towards a real-time and satirical view of the world with regards to all relationships˗˗friendships, lovers, family, education, career, all of it. There is no normal despite the fact that some spend a lifetime pursuing it. Normalcy is in the dysfunction of life. It's there; that the real fun and our most memorable times are created. Without loose threads, there is no laughter, no surprise, no reason to seek out anything or anyone. Simply put, I love characters who do what they want to do and make no excuses about it. They thrive and grow on experiences, which is exactly what the goal should be˗˗total freedom with no regret.I am a voracious reader when I'm not writing. My interests vary quite a bit with what I read and I guess that's what keeps me constantly searching for new concepts and perceptions. Nothing wrong with the classics mind you. Discovery can be found everywhere and it's enjoyable to see the birthing of imagination in others as they put pen to paper.It's also fair to say that I am very much a lover of the solitude and beauty that nature offers. Whether it be a lone sandy beach in the tropics, the gorgeous high country in Arizona or the ominous forests of upstate New York, I enjoy all of it. From time to time, I'll frequent a local brewery for a stout or two, but I certainly would never throw my nose up at a nice glass of red in the night time hours. Especially a rainy night with that perfect new book. Cheers!

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Chapter 1

Jessica

Something seemed out of sorts, but I had no clue what it was. I was still swallowed up in that in-between sleep and awake state. Not too much ever made sense to me before my first cup of coffee was finished anyway. The room was quiet; that’s what the problem was. My alarm hadn’t gone off, but I never forgot to set it, even on weekends when I slept in. I certainly didn’t wake up early because I never wake up early. Fumbling around on the nightstand, I found my phone plugged into the charger, exactly where it should be. No bars and the check battery icon still blinking. Great. Another errand to run and another forty bucks down the drain.

Even with a missed alarm, Toby, my best friend and roommate, along with her boyfriend Shane, could always be counted on to wake my ass up in the morning with their fucking. Three months of this shit was turning my being happy she found a hot guy who was good to her, into nothing but irritation.

It was my own fault for having a long-term relationship with a high school sweetheart. Six years with same person was hard enough on a woman my age, but to live in different States was beyond stupidity. Eric was a great guy, yet I knew I’d never marry him. He was too perfect and my visits home were more than boring when we were together. Toby always says I’m wasting my youth and I know she’s right. Still, I haven’t done much to change anything or more to the point, allow it to change. I was stuck in a love funk big time and it was a shitty place to be.

Good morning!

Ughhhhh! Ugggghhhh! Morning, Jess, Toby grunted, through our adjacent bedroom wall. Did we…oh fuck! Did we wake you?

No…kinda, yeah.

Sorry, sweetie. Ugggghhhh!

Yeah, I can tell. Fucking bitch, I mumbled.

What’s that, Jess?

Nothing! I’ll make coffee.

Twenty minutes later, when Shane was finished pounding Toby’s pretty noggin off of the headboard, they emerged from her bedroom pulling at underwear and t-shirts. I sat at the kitchen table noticing that he was a good-looking guy even fresh out of bed. He wasn’t my type though. Nothing about him was clean-cut and that just didn’t go over well in my circle of friends. He and Toby, however, were a good fit from the first day they met. He liked hard-bodied blondes who work out incessantly and she liked bad boys with equally hot bods. I, on the other hand, went for soft guys who wore polo shirts and khaki’s. There was a time when I thought I was attracted to that, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. It certainly didn’t do me a damn bit of good in the orgasm department.

Hey, Jess.

Morning, Shane.

Jessica, were sorry, Toby said, running a hand over my shoulder as she passed me.

You two are killing me. You do realize that I’m not getting laid, right?

Why aren’t you? Shane asked. Jess, you’re hot. It’s such a waste.

I hate to say it, Jess; but he’s right. This loyalty thing to Eric is dumb.

Toby…what the hell.

I’m sorry, but it is. These are your…our, best years. You two never see each other. What’s the point?

We promised each other.

Jess, you’re not going to marry him. I know that. I know you. You guys are wrong for each other. You’ve outgrown him.

God damn, Jess, at least get yourself a guy out here on the side before you shrivel up and die, Shane added.

You two are a big help. First you frustrate me to no end and then you tell me what an idiot I am.

We’re not trying too, sweetie, Toby continued, wrapping her arms around my neck. He’s right though; you totally need a side dish.

I don’t do multiple partners, Toby. You know that.

I also know that you’re not doing Eric, even when you do see him. Technically, you don’t have a single sexual partner. Multiple anything is not even close to being in the equation.

What? Shane interrupted again. See, now that’s fucked up. Dump that guy, Jess. There are men everywhere here that would love to date you.

I don’t want to date everyone here…and you meant fuck me. Thanks a lot, by the way, Toby.

Okay, I’ll shut up. Seriously, though, when is the last time you got laid? It’s been years. I know that for a fact.

Fucking years?

Shut up, Shane.

Okay, you’re right. None of my business. That’s a fucking shame though. A fine piece of ass like you. And, I do mean ridiculously fine.

Ahem.

I’m just trying to get it through the girls head, Toby. Look at her.

I’ve been through this with her more times than I can remember. The bad part about us growing up on ranches in Montana is that we’re stubborn Tom-girls. You’ll never change her mind, not even with a pry bar.

"And, I’ve seen her at the pool in a bikini and in a dress with heels. There’s nothing I’d come close to calling ‘Tom’ on her."

Uhhh, Shane…honey, we just had sex, remember? Your girlfriend…right here, Toby said, pointing to herself with a what the fuck look on her face.

Alright, alright…I’m done. I’m having coffee.

They were right, of course. Truth be told, I’ve had the same conversation with myself a thousand times in my head. Usually, when I was pissed off because I was masturbating alone again, so pretty much every day. I couldn’t figure out how to break up with a guy who adored me and hadn’t done anything wrong. I was the one who left home to go to school and I was the one who set the rules when I left. My own game was making me miserable, yet I was too chicken-shit to own up and back out. I liked knowing that I had a boyfriend waiting for me whenever I needed someone to talk to or pick my spirits up after a hard day. It was selfish and debilitating at the same time.

My unhappiness with the situation was at a breaking point. Another week of listening to Toby and Shane screw would cause a psychotic episode and put me in a ward with drool cascading down my mouth. That or I would drop my drawers and end up screwing the most hideous guy in sight. Neither, were choices that made my morning flow any better.

Toby, unfortunately, hit the nail on the head. I hadn’t had sex in a very long, painfully long time. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. Nothing could be further from the truth. I ached so badly to get fucked that the absence made me feel physically sick quite often. The root of it all goes back several years ago. There was a time when I thought I was pregnant, even though Eric and I always used protection on top of the pill. Yes, I was a little paranoid about messing up my future while I was still in college and rightfully so. The short story goes: after I finally got my period, I was so nervous about what almost happened that I shut down Jessica’s fun park for good. We’ve had sex three times since then; one Christmas and two birthday rendezvous’—only allowed because I couldn’t stand Eric’s endless begging any longer. The thought of getting pregnant actually became bearable in those moments compared to my man’s whining. Despite that being the absolute truth, I didn’t really understand how he managed to stay with me all these years. It must be terribly hard to be shunned away as he does, when getting anywhere near my restricted area. At this point, I’m honestly not sure who’s the bigger idiot—him or me.

One thing I do have clear in my mind is the fact that sex is not the problem. I want sex. I crave sex and I want to lock myself in a room with a guy for weeks on end and do nothing but have sex. I simply don’t want to have sex with Eric anymore. I’m tired of being afraid of it and I’m so weary of being deprived for so long. Nothing will change today though and I’ll do what I always do; I’ll tuck it away as best I can in the back of my mind. I’ll keep busy and not think about the only thing I can think about when I sit still for more than thirty seconds. I hate my life.

"What are you doing today, Jess? Jess? Hello…"

Huh?

She’s masturbating in her mind. See that little crinkle she gets between her eyebrows Shane…that’s her ‘turning the imaginary speed control up’ crinkle.

Oh yeah, he said, examining me as if I was a science project. I always wondered what that was all about. It’s there a lot! I’ve seen the crinkle in the grocery store, at Target, in the…

What? What are you two mumbling about? Don’t you have to go to work or something?

Ahhhhh! I do actually. Wanna shower with your favorite accountant, babe?

Yes indeed. Lead the way, sexy. I’ll wash your abacus before I tally it.

Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with you two?

"Nothing. That’s the point. We…are normal people with healthy appetites. You are an old lady in a twenty-something, rad, bod."

Okay, any more talk about how hot my roommate is and I’m supergluing my abacus in place.

"Oh please, Toby, Shane said, shooting her a look of disgust, Since when do you think you’re the boss of this relationship?"

Ummmm…well, I…

Just get in the shower already before I get my belt.

Gotta go, Jess. Toby smiled and obediently walked away; bouncing forward abruptly as Shane smacked her amazing, G-string clad ass hard. Enjoy your coffee, sweetie.

Shane told no lies. Toby was the furthest thing from being in control of anything when she was around him, which was all the time. She was beyond whipped, both emotionally and literally, when Shane was so inclined to enforce and remind her of the relationship hierarchy. I could hear the cracking sounds of his belt against her ass every now and again; followed by the weak whimpers being forced from her. It worried me in the beginning when they started dating, but not once did she emerge from her room without a bigger smile than before she went in.

I don’t understand the submissive thing, I’ll admit. I was the dominant one in my relationship with Eric and I liked things that way. I also didn’t get the whole S&M deal that Toby was succumbing too, little by little, as her relationship progressed. That side of her was news to me; yet the more she explained it, the more it seemed that it wasn’t all that new to her. If it was a fresh addition, she certainly had become accustomed to it quickly and easily.

Toby has been my best friend since we were five years old, yet even in those days she was the Chaser, always going to whatever lengths were necessary to please her current boyfriend. She’s never wanted anything other than to be loved and goes to great lengths to facilitate it when she finds a guy like Shane. They’ve all left her in the past and I can’t help feeling sorry for her when she’s alone inside during those times. It always ends with her being dumfounded and searching endlessly for what she did wrong, or what she didn’t do that she was supposed to do.

I’m bias of course, but in my opinion, she’s the perfect girlfriend. Time and again though she inevitably gets thrown to the curb. The men she picks are anything but inside the box, so to speak. She goes after the edgy and unpredictable ones on purpose. It almost seems like she’s challenging herself in a way and I often wonder if it’s some deep-seated, unconscious battle to win this dark game in her head. As if she is trying to be a part of a crowd that she has never belonged to; that’s far away from anything she has ever grown up around.

Whatever it was, I was sure the day would come when she and I would be sitting on the couch again, while she cried and I rocked her back and forth for hours on end. I had high hopes with Shane though, with him being educated and much more down-to-earth than her man posse in the past had been. He really did seem to like her, but he was just aloof enough that I knew he’d walk away without looking back. All it would take is the wind in their relationship to blow the wrong way.

For now, life was good in our townhouse. When Toby was happy, things were fun around here. What was even better was that in another forty minutes, they would both be out the door and I wouldn’t have to listen to them having sex for roughly another fourteen hours or so. Yes, it was that bad, not to mention ridiculous, how I counted the hours down. Nighttime was the best time, seeing as how I was given noise-canceling headphones as a Christmas gift two years ago and I liked falling asleep to music anyway. I slept easily through most of their marathon sessions. When I ran into trouble was when I woke up during the night to go to the bathroom, forgetting to put the headphones back on when I returned to bed.

At least one of us was getting laid and from what I had seen of Shane’s blessed package, I’d be all over it too. There had been a few nights where we bumped into one another in the kitchen for three in the morning water refills. He didn’t bother to put clothes on; his excuse being that he didn’t think I’d be up. It was a valid excuse, but still, I was used to a little more courtesy than that. I always pretended to be taken aback, or even a little peeved at the sight of him overtly displaying his immaculately shaved and thick flesh hanging down in front of me. The truth was that he made my mouth water and on at least one occasion, I almost dropped down to my knees in the moonlit kitchen. If he hadn’t have said goodnight and walked away, he would have been in my mouth.

I went to the kitchen often during the nights now, pretending that I never would completely go for it. It ended with me being pissed off when he didn’t show up and I was forced to walk back to my room alone, frustrated and downright bitter. I felt horrible that I fantasized about Toby’s boyfriend, especially, one who was so far and away from being my type. I figured it to be exactly why I was attracted to him; there could never be any chance of him and I being in a relationship. It wouldn’t fly with my family, my friends, the clubs I belonged to or even myself. The embarrassment of being with a guy like Shane in public was simply unacceptable in my world and for that; I guess I viewed him as safe. I could easily suck his dick in the middle of the night and behind my roommates back; and there would be nothing more to it. Now, if I could just get him back into the kitchen and entice him to make even the smallest move towards me—a simple hand on my waist would be all that it would take. Each night that went by without it was agonizing and I was beginning to lose sleep over the entire affair.

I have to go. I’m ten minutes late getting out of the house and I’m going to hit traffic on the seventy-five. I’m so screwed.

Why do you still drive, Toby? We have the train now and it’s two minutes away.

I know. I always forget.

So try it today, Toby, Shane chimed in. You’ll get downtown faster.

You think?

"You’re not going anywhere on the freeway now," I said, laughing at her.

You’re right. I’m going for it. It can’t screw me up any worse. Walk me out, babe?

What…no coffee? You know I can’t drive without a cup of coffee in me.

Okay, you stay. Kisses for train girl please, she said, wrapping her arms around him and smiling pathetically.

He and I sat at the kitchen table when Toby was finally out the door, sipping coffee and talking about random day-to-day stuff. His shirt was still off and I snuck peaks at the tribal tattoos on his stomach and shoulders when he would look away at his phone. Gross stuff, when I talked to my own girlfriends, yet more than appealing for reasons unknown to me when I was alone inside my head. In a way, I looked down on myself for being so attracted to him. Still, it was clear that my own loins and what they wanted—weren’t so much different from that of my sexually tawdry roommate’s lust. I hated thinking about him in this way. I hated wanting him. I felt dirty and like people were watching me and knew that I desired this—this guy. It was totally fucking with my head and the only thing I knew for sure was that the more I thought about it, the more it grew into obsession. There was no way I wasn’t sucking Shane’s dick at this point and with any luck, he’d be screwing me every which way soon after. I never experienced anything like this in the past and it was possible that I may need to seek psychiatric help after coffee.

Jess, what do you do anyway? He asked, scrolling through his phone.

What do you mean, what do I do?

You haven’t had a job since I started going out with Toby. That’s like two months.

Three months. And no, I don’t work.

Well, how do you get by? If you don’t mind me asking.

No…no, it’s cool. My dad bought a grain farm some years back and gave quarter shares to my brother and me.

Nice. So, that’s a lot of money I’m guessing then?

Enough. Enough that I can live comfortably. It paid for me to get through school. Yeah, it’s more than most make working, I guess.

That’s sweet. Good for you…and your dad for hooking you guys up.

Yeah, I’m very lucky.

You are lucky. You have a smart old man. Most kids get a car when they go away to school. How long does that last? Your dad jumped ahead and gave you an income for life.

"I know right. He is smart though. He’s a banker…like Vice President of an entire region."

See, money man. Those guys are always looking down the road at the bigger picture.

What about you, Shane? Bartender? You’re a smart guy. You’ve got a degree…you seem like a big picture thinker too. Why drink sling’n?

Student loans are why. Nobody bought me a farm…or anything for that matter. Sallie Mae doesn’t give a shit what I do as long as my checks in the mail every month.

Fair enough. You want more coffee?

Nah, I better hit it. You probably need to, I don’t know; go back to bed or whatever it is that you do all day.

Whatever, I said laughing and waiving him off. Kind of though.

Alright, hot stuff. You want to lock the door behind me?

You mean Toby hasn’t given you a key yet?

Nope.

Shocker. I was sure you were in full access status.

Maybe, I’m not considered worthy yet, he said, smiling and mocking himself with confidence.

Yeah, we both know better. Her spare key stack must have run dry.

Her what?

Oh…nothing. I’m mumbling. Half asleep and all.

Okay, weird girl. I better go, he said, leaning in with his lips towards my cheek. It wasn’t unusual for him to kiss me goodbye or goodnight, especially, when Toby was out of site. The difference this morning was that he turned into my lips at the last second, tenderly landing half on and half off. You know—the sneaky friend kiss that lends itself to being more than just friends.

I let him do it and when I thought he would pull away, he lingered and I stayed with him, both of us looking the other in the eye. When he came at me again, it was full on lips and I leaned into it gently but willingly. This was it. This was my cue. The problem was that his jeans were on for the ride home and the last thing I wanted to deal with was undressing my best friend’s boyfriend. My mind began to race and I started to panic. I was running out of decision time as he started to pull back.

Well, have a good day, Jess.

Yeah, I stuttered. My hand was already on his stomach and running down across his pants button. One button away, yet I suddenly pulled back rather awkwardly. I felt like a total idiot and could feel the blood rushing to my face. There was no way of hiding what I had just done or what my intentions were at that point. I had laid it all out in the breeze for him to see, clear as day. He wasn’t so innocent in this either—Mister kissing on your girlfriend’s roommate and best friend. Fucking scumbag with a gorgeous cock.

Thankfully, he played it off as if it were nothing and at least spared me the face-to-face humiliation. Once he was out the door, I could freak out about what a total dork and ass I was. At least, I had that to look forward to with my second cup of coffee.

So…I’ll see you tonight, Shane.

See ya, Jess.

He smiled at me, but never laid that hand on me. He kissed me and forced me to wet my panties a little, but no hand. My fantasies needed a slight bit of help it seemed. More like flexible back-ups. I wasn’t very experienced with this crap though. I was always the one in control as I’ve said. This shit was work in my mind’s eye. Shane was one of those guys who came in easily and unexpectedly, made a move and then escaping as quickly as they had moved in; acting as if it was nothing. I fucking hated those guys. They were nothing more than evasive and unpredictable, always leaving you hanging out on a wire and never knowing where you stood. The ultimate game player.

It is exactly why I only dated guys in Polo shirts. They never deviated from their own group roadmap on pursuing a chick and you always saw when, where and how they were coming at you, a day before they arrived. Guys like Shane didn’t even drive on the fucking road. How in the world can a girl defend herself against that kind of approach? Simple answer: you can’t—and that’s the idea.

I found myself sitting at the kitchen table and obsessing over him for the next twenty minutes. Eventually, I was at the point of stressing over how I could make it happen when I realized how selfish and utterly stupid it all was. Somehow, I had this mind chatter running rampant, which was nothing more than my annoyance with myself. No one had put me in this position. I chose it and Shane was the closest and easiest target for my quick release. It was beyond horrible that I was scheming against Toby and her feelings for something I just wanted to take outright.

A few more sips of coffee and I put the entire scenario to rest and out of my mind, realizing how ridiculous I was acting. If I wanted sex, any kind of sex, all I had to do was go out and meet someone on my own. There was never a shortage of guys approaching me and most days I couldn’t manage to make it through a trip to the grocery store without getting asked out. I could walk downstairs to the pool for that matter, or take a short walk to the mailbox and have someone screwing me within ten minutes. This alone, seemed to calm me down substantially. Listening to the two nympho’s go at it this morning when I was still half asleep, had obviously made my mind a tiny bit overactive and that’s all it really amounted to. Shane wasn’t something I really wanted; I knew that deep down. It was more in line with a sugar craving at three in the morning. Once, you get it in your head that you have to have it; it turns into some sort of unrelenting quest. The minute it hits your tongue, you realize that you never really wanted it and wished you had stayed in bed.

What bothered me was how close I had come to acting on my impulse. When I stood at the front door with him, I was on him and I was going to do it. Even though I remain innocent, I felt shameful. It’s funny how thoughts alone can lead you on a guilt trip as big as actually having participated in the dirty deed. Looking Toby in the eye later tonight, when she sat on the couch drinking wine and telling me the gossip tales from work, would be difficult for me. It was stupid, I know; but that’s the way my mind worked. Yet another reason to follow their advice, find myself a boy-toy and not have to deal with any of this again. Eric would never know and most guys around here would easily be down for a no-strings relationship. I decided to begin looking around and keep myself out of trouble before it was too late.

For the time being, I needed to get my mind on packing some bags. My uncle has a place down in the Keys that he uses in the winter months. The plan was to spend most of the summer there. The city had a tendency to get on my nerves after a while and with the way my brain and my hormones were overacting lately, it would be a much-needed change of pace. It would also get me away from my constantly naked and moaning roommates. Who knew, maybe I’d find a hook-up down there.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that my mood changed instantly. Being away from everyone I knew here, would allow straight-laced and proper Jess to find and develop her dirty side without anyone knowing. It was the perfect scenario. Toby, the Alumni Club and my best girls from my sorority whom I still hung out with, would never be aware that I was getting my slut on. It would require me to ease into such a mind-set though, I figured. Just thinking about random hook-ups forced me to look around the town house in a paranoid way, as if someone knew my thoughts and was judging me already. I wasn’t really cut out to be a slut, but I was currently obsessed with giving it a solid try at minimum.

It also wasn’t something I could ever get away with back home in Billings. Everyone there knew everyone else’s business at all times and that was the last place I could go. No, the Keys would be my hideaway for the next few months. There were a lot of guys similar to Shane down there who would easily be interested in using up a girl like me. My plan was coming together well and ironically enough; I owed it all to him, in getting my brain rolling on this. If all goes well, I return home in a few months with a horrible reputation down there and a leather biker vest, after being offered and honorary membership in a gang.

Of course, I’m embellishing, but give me a break; I’m trying to expand my horizons. I don’t even look at porn because I get too embarrassed. Toby, of all people had managed to break that barrier months ago when she met Shane. Nowadays, she has a small library of X-rated material building up and looked at me as if I was emotionally challenged, which of course I was. We didn’t have adult bookstores where we were from, yet here, she has one of those frequent shopper cards like those you get from the grocery store. The girl has toys that I still don’t know what you do with them or how they operate.

Her ears must have been burning or ringing, whatever the correct psychic term was, because I was getting an incoming call from her. My guess was that she had blown off the train idea at the last minute, was stuck in traffic and calling me to tell me how much it sucked. That was the bad part about me not having to go to work; everyone knew I was home and called to tell me about drama that wasn’t worth listening to in the least.

Hey, Toby. How’s traffic.

It’s awesome! I’m on the train. This is amazing, Jess. I should have done this a year ago.

I tried to tell you. You never listen. You’re stubborn as the day is long.

I know it. Stop talking like a ranch girl.

I am a ranch girl.

The idea, Jess, is not to let people here know that. It’s not cool in Miami.

Whatever.

Seriously, why do stay here anyway? Your boyfriend and family are back home and you don’t seem happy here.

I am too happy here. Besides, what would I do back home?

True. Anyway, how great is this? Now we can talk on the phone every morning on my way to work.

Wow, Toby. Yeah…that is great.

Oh, shut up. You love me. How long did Shane stick around?

Ummm…not long enough, I mumbled absent-mindedly while sorting through my clothes.

Sorry?

What? Oh, don’t mind me. I’m getting clothes together for the Keys. He left after coffee.

What’s up with the Keys?

I’m going down to Uncle Rays place for a while.

I wanna come, she whined. His place is cool.

You have work.

Shit, I know. Well, Shane and I can come down on the weekends and keep you company.

Oh, good.

Don’t sound so happy, Jess. Geeze.

You know you’re welcome, Toby. Don’t get all bent.

Okay, cool. I can’t wait to tell Shane. He’ll love it down there with us.

Yeah…I’m hoping.

Hey, gotta go. This is my stop. Some of us must work.

Sucks for you.

It does. At least I’m not crabby though. Get some sun or something, Jess. Cheer up.

Bye, Toby.

Great. I couldn’t even get away from them at my families place. It’s as though their following me around just to have sex in front of me and torture my ass like some twisted game. I actually started to wonder if that was the case. Oh well, at least it would only be on weekends and with any luck, they might make those as sparse as possible. Once, they had the run of our place here, they may not be so motivated to road trip. On the other hand, Ray has a water cooler in his kitchen too. I wondered briefly if this is what an addict goes through when the goods run dry, or whatever they do.

My mind was made up. I would leave this Friday and get my freak show on the road. An idea came to mind, more like a vision of me working in a bar down there. Maybe something part-time to give me something to do and meet people easier. If I were waitressing, I would have to talk and smooze with guys. The alternative would be going to a place and sitting alone, waiting to be stalked.