I’m not worried that I just ran my mouth and told you something I didn’t want you to know about. Do you get it now? I’m not worried about anythi...g, Bobby!“She took a deep breath. She watched his eyes watch her breasts as she took that breath ... and didn’t worry about it.“And a certain amount of worry and concern is vital to your well-being,” she sighed.“I understand,” he said. “That’s even more reason that we need to do something to ... help you.”“I was just messing around with it,” said. I was here to be a gentleman. ‘Where’s your bathroom? I gotta piss.’ ‘FRASER. WE DON’T HAVE LONG. ARE YOU LISTENING TO – OI! FRASE!’ I chose a door and popped inside what turned out to be a bathroom, thank fuck. As I locked the door, I heard her tutting and the click-and-suck sound of her lighting up. I hoped it was only weed, not crack or crystal. I stuck my nose near the door frame. Smelled like burnt oven cleaner. ‘I need to tell you something,’ she went. It sounded like her foot was tapping. Jared broke the kiss and looked at me and said, "Well, good morning." Good morning to you, too, silly," I said and kissed his nose. "Sleep well?" Like the proverbial baby." You, too, huh? Good." How are you this morning?" Sore," I admitted. "It didn't hurt last night, but I noticed it walking to school this morning." Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he said."What's to be sorry about? Not your fault you're a big boy," I giggled. "You were as gentle as could be, until I told you to go faster, remember.. " OK babe" she replied, "I'll be good. Talk to you tomorrow."I wasn't convinced and was a nervous wreck the rest of the night and couldn't sleep. Was she fucking with me or was she serious? Was she serious about being good or was she serious about fucking this guy? I finally fell a*sleep and the next morning when I woke up there were more texts on my phone. When I looked I couldn't believe what I saw:.