You're not a naturally jealous person, but you do occasionally find your mind wandering to how much better your own life would be if you suddenly met ... good-looking local celebrity who would whisk you up into a nice apartment with no financial worries.You actually think that might be Chris and Jeff's plan. You met Chris a few years ago, and he instantly assigned himself as your “gay big brother” as you were new to gay culture. Chris is a penultimate social butterfly, so you really learned a lot. "I don't like to brag, but I'm the greatest!" Miss K screamed as shewalked back to wear Tracy was sitting."Yeah, yeah, whatever," Tracy said as she looked off into thedistance by the entrance. "Hey, is that who I think it is?"As Tracy gestured for someone to come over, Miss K spotted who herfriend was looking at. He was a clean cut dude talking on his cellphone, wearing a long black t-shirt, a pair of baggy denim shorts anda longish gold chain. "Ain't that the kind of dudes I struggledagainst. We paid, loaded the computer in the car and drove to our bank. We deposited our paychecks and most of my tip money. We finished our banking and were headed for the grocery store when I was startled by the ringing of the cell phone I was given by the woman in personnel when I first went to work for Mr. Porter. I've almost forgotten I have one!The call is from Mr. Porter asking where we are and what we're doing. I told him we're on our way to the grocery store but he said, "I'm feeling a little. They won't respect you, but you can't go to the Vatican and knock the Pope and expect warm applause."She turned to Kennedy. "That's a dig at my grandfather, right? He lives in that kind of fantasy world."Kennedy laughed. "You haven't been a very good student. You should know by now that all animals, including people, go out of their way to make sure that they have a nice comfortable niche to live in." Why aren't you dead?" I told you, it was a scratch that isn't bleeding any more." And that.