" Damn it, John, you're doing it again. Get me off that fucking pedestal! I don't want to be a "good girl". I want to be your girlfriend. If I were Li..., or Mary Jo, or even Gail you wouldn't hesitate. I mean, you didn't push Liv away when she blew you in the classroom. If that had been me would you have let me?" She stared at me. "The truth, John."I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't think I had ever heard Missy drop the f-word, so I knew she was angry. Was she also right? Was I treating her. You know how much I love to dance, Matt, and it's been so long since I've gone out. When he looked up at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes, how could I resist?" I tried to come up with something to say that would get her to change her mind, but all that came out was, "But you don't even know him! He's a total stranger. He could be an axe murderer for all you know! Besides, he's got a girlfriend and likes to 'swing'...how can you trust a guy like that?"Mom started to chuckle a little at. They lived together and ate together but now slept in separate rooms. Ray had never been physically unfaithful to Sally, nor she to him, but Ray had gotten deeper and deeper into online relationships with various females and now, as he was in a room on his own, often masturbated late at night whilst in contact with one of them via his laptop.There was one female in particular, Mary, that Ray loved to be in contact with as she was of similar age to him, slightly older, in fact, and she had. “Well, if they ask me; I would consider it,” I said.“You gotta talk to them,” said Penelope. I shrugged.It was strange as hell them assuming that I had not talked to the Longstreets. But they were likely assuming that the Longstreets had been as neglectful as had been the Hardys per being around me. Interesting. And it kinda pissed me off.“So how is Grant?” I said, changing the subject.“He’s good. Sends his apologies for not connecting sooner or more often or something,” said Penelope.“No.