I looked and there were over 50 text messages from Mark. All of them said "Call Me ASAP!" There were a dozen voice mails as well. I listened to a coup...e of them, where Mark called me a tease and a whore. The last one said he was going to gang bang me with the football team."Gang bang me? We'll see who gets pounded bitch." I said as I called an old friend of mine who had connections on the football team. Byron Childress was more than happy to make a call or two and make sure Mark Grant would. Why not me? I got nothin’. I might as well be a fuckin’ first grader.You have probably already figured out what my favorite fuckin’ word is this year. I hope it doesn’t fuckin’ offend you, but if it does, then just too... fuckin’ ... bad.My being small is not a medical thing. I am not a dwarf or a midget, though my school nickname of choice (not my choice) has become ‘Midge’. Mom has asked Dr. Wombaugh, my pediatrician about it, and I am just, in the doctor’s words, “a late bloomer.” As I’ve. We set up a date I would clean their house and Drew would take the kids out for burgers allowing Amy and me some privacy. I arrived at their home right on time and started straightening as soon as I got there. They were all at work, or school. I had estimated how long the cleaning would take and had just finished as I heard the garage door opening. “Wow this place looks and smells great,” Amy exclaimed. “Thanks, I thought you would be pleased,” I said, with a smile. “I usually take a quick. "After all of this excitement and exercise, I'm sure I won't be able to get any sleep."Rick shrugged. "Well, hopefully you will. Good n--" I gotta take all this energy out on something, I guess." Jackie jerked her head towards her door ever so slightly.Rick blinked quickly. Wait, was she -- no, she couldn't be. It was just his imagination. But was she-- no. No way."Well, good luck with that. Bye."Jackie was halfway through a suggestion that they should talk more sometime, be neighbourly, when.