But, nothing. What felt like 10 minutes of nothing. My mind was racing. “You fucked it up! So close, you dumb motherfucker!” Then even worst, she ...igns off. My heart sinks into my shoes. Just before I throw my computer across the room in frustration, I’m stopped by the site’s message chime. Someone has shared a photo with me. I click and there she is. A wicked little smile on her face and winking at me. I immediately reserve the very same room in the hotel. So one week after I failed to. This was, well, fucking irritating. Here she was at the tender age of twenty four. Probably the most awesome person that had ever walked the face of her dimension, and yet she was alone. She hadn’t even been able to snag a girlfriend in the past year.Lauren had been able to. Even the little ditz of a succubus had managed somehow. And where did that leave her? No girlfriend. No Chosen. Nothing.And the cause of all this—the man who had prodded her mind with his thing—had already managed to pair. Either way, this is a Friday night leading to Saturday morning and we were exchange different stories. I told her about a good friend of mines from back in the service Jackson good boy Jackson his a pervert. A real big one. Reason him and I get along and for a few years he was my wingman and I was his wingwoman. I remember every straight female I met I use to pass on to him and every l. female he met he would pass on to me. Angie and I were in the midst of exchanging stories she was telling me. If there were a stereotypical nerd, Jeremy would probably have to be its poster boy. He was shy, stuttered a lot, and a terribly bad dresser. He even wore a pocket protector! In this day and age none the less!Back to my story though.Surprised, he looked up from the book he was reading and replied, "No." No I can't sit here or no you don't mind?" I decided to play dumb. 'Maybe it will get him talking.' I thought to myself.Embarrassed, he said, "Sorry, of course you can sit there." Jeremy, do you.