Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Chapter 8
Three days had gone bye with nothing too exciting happening. I called mom to tell her I would be staying with Sam, and explained all that had happened up to that point. She wasn’t too happy that I had waited so long to tell her, but she understood, and agreed that I should stay with Sam. Janie and mom talked for over twenty minutes. Mom had a lot more patience than I did.
Sam had also explained that I would have a tail from now on, and explained why. I hated knowing that someone was watching me, it made me feel vulnerable. Sam also explained that he thought someone from their old unit, or someone that knew all of their call signs and had access to confidential information was sending the letters. I wasn’t too sure what to say to this, but knew that it was something big.
Work and school were just fine. Things crawled by slowly, and I found myself thinking more and more about Sam. I finally allowed myself to admit that I loved him. He was everything to me. He seemed to really like Janie, he took care of me, didn’t think that Ember and I were too weird. He let me have my freedom because he knew it was important to me, but had someone watch over me just so I could be protected.
I was on my way back from school heading to Free when I entered a construction zone. The sign to my left said Left lane closed up ahead, so I waited for my opening and changed over to the right lane behind an eighteen wheeler. I glanced in my mirror and saw that Elliot had made it over too.
I’d met Elliott only last night.
He was a funny guy, reminding me of Dougie with his sense of humor. He wasn’t hideously tall like Sam’s six feet four inch frame. Elliott was five feet eleven inches or roundabout with shaggy blonde hair and a wide smile. He dressed the nicest out of them all. New jeans, that didn’t have and holes, rips, stains, or frays. A polo shirt that looked like it had been ironed within an inch of its life, and nice polished boots. Elliott was also the only one of the group at Free that was married. He had a very beautiful wife named Blaine. Blaine was a spunky short red-head no more than five feet tall who reminded me of that high school cheerleader who had enough spunk for four people. She was wearing the cutest little smock shirt with a wide black belt around the waist and black leggings with ankle boots. Her hair was in ringlets that made her look like little orphan Annie. She brought Ember, Janie, and I into the fold like we had always been there.
Blaine had commented about the lotion that I was wearing and asked where I had gotten it from. The retelling of this story then went into when Gabe had accompanied Ember, Janie and I to target to get the lotion
“Ember and I went to target to get all of Janie’s baby stuff. I decided to swing by the condom isle because I wanted to make sure we had some on hand, for…you know. Any who, we were standing in front of the selection of condoms, debating the different types.” I started telling the story
“Ember, what does ribbed for her pleasure mean?” I asked her.
“It has ridges all along the condom that is supposed to enhance sex.” She said back to me. She kept glancing to her left where Gabe stood staring at the ceiling wearing a shit eating grin. We decided to ignore him and kept going on without discussion.
“Why on earth would you need a flavored condom?” I asked.
“Well some people wear the condom during blow jobs, maybe because they don’t want to get it in their mouths.” She answered, her face blushing a bright red.
“Hmm. That makes sense. What do you suppose this yours and mine lube does?” I wondered to myself.
“It tingles and heats it says when the two come in contact with each other.” She read from the back of the box.
I’d started adding random boxes to my cart when Ember and my old high school science teacher came up to Ember and said, “You look familiar. Do I know you?”
“Do you watch porn?” I asked her with a straight face.
Gabe burst out laughing behind me, and Ember had a dead serious look on her face and nodded her head. Mrs. Jackson did not find this funny, and stormed off from where she came from.
Ember and I both held it together for a good five seconds after she left before we collapsed into each other and laughed until tears ran down her face.
We did things like that all the time. There were even instances when a man has asked that very same question, and we give the same reply, and he seriously thinks that is where he has seen her before. It never gets old.
“Oh My god!” Blaine said, “That is hilarious.”
Blaine then turned around to tell Elliott, but there was no need because all of the guys were staring at us with grins on their faces.
And that was how Blaine was let into our fold.
We all spent the entire night in the down room playing Things while the guys had watched a ball game until we had suckered them into playing too.
Let me explain how Things is played. There are cards that you choose, that say for example: “Things you shouldn’t put in your mouth.” Then everyone had a slip of paper, and each person puts down what they think. Then everyone passes it to the reader, and they read them all aloud. You take turns choosing who you think said what.
Ember and I could normally guess each other’s knocked each other out fairly easily. Max is a close second, because he had known us the longest, he could usually guess the one of us who managed to stay in. We were both very vulgar when we played this game. Our friends loved playing with us; they said we entertained the hell out of them.