She wondered where as she put the kettle on the stove to make tea.The answer was not long in coming as a car pulled into the driveway. It was the car ...hich belonged to Kyle's friend Mark. Mark, too, was an outcast of sorts. Not a handsome boy at all, he too was shunned by most of the girls and boys alike at school. It seemed natural the two would gravitate to one another and had remained close friends even after Kyle had begun dating Susan.Kyle got out with a small package in his hand while. . do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no one to overrule you, is there? I’d better be on your good side first, right? If my bosses don’t like me fucking my interviewee in this case, they can piss off ... or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera crew forced to act as my personal. It was a real shitshow. She then dropped the real bombshell – she was flying out to Phoenix the next Monday, to stay with her dad, the day that I was coming down to Miami. I was crushed. First, I didn’t know how much of what she told me was true or accurate but I really felt bad for her. Second, I was really hurt that she was leaving the day I was coming down. Was this just a story? Did she really not want to be with me? We had some tense texts on Friday that basically ended with me telling her. Professor Adler was more excited about the house that my family was building than the nursing home building I was designing for his class. He didn't try to dissuade me from doing the research, but he didn't encourage me either.Now that the house was a go, Adeline was pressing me to finalize the plans. She was also pressing me to set a date when I'd return to Florida. I kept telling her that I needed to get my parents to sign off on the plan. I was considering a trip home to meet face to face.