To his credit he didn't assume it was about his side piece wanting to hook up and called me back pretty quick asking if I was ok. I knew he was a swee...ie. I felt completely fine and just really pissed by the time he called me, but getting a ways into the story I was wailing so bad he couldn't understand me alot of the time. After talking awhile and calming me down he said he'd handle it and be by later. I called my friend Holly, one of Dillan's exes and she came over to hang out and I told her. “Let the wimpy little shit have some ego resurrecting pussy, and he stops his insufferable whining? What a delightful thought. Jenna is not the only one who’s tired of the whining.” “Yeah, I guess,” he said. “No guessing about it. Lately every time I drop her off at that place of his he gets in a little dig. Jenna picks up on it too. She’s told me that I should say something to him. I do that of course whenever I can, but I avoid her seeing me do it. I am at my wits end trying to not compound. “I’m sorry,” he said, squirming as her hand felt his erection. “It’s, it’s important to you.” He shook his head. “Social media.” He shrugged. “I don’t get it.”She put her hand on his shoulder and started getting up.“What are you doing?”“Move back,” she said.He cursed and hit a button on the side of his seat to slide it far back. Heather snuggled in between his legs and sat down. He still had to inch back to give her room. He leaned the seat back as well. She squirmed between his legs, getting. You know they go to the office if they break the dress code.’ ‘They’ve done that for a hundred years, or close to it. Would it surprise you that I did all of those things?’ Mikie certainly was surprised. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I wanted to be noticed, silly. I thought I was pretty, but I needed people to say I was. One nice compliment from a handsome guy and I felt good all day. Two from this one particular guy and I felt like a princess.’ Mikie still had a great deal of trouble thinking that the gay.