Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m ...eading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied exponentially by the forceful, dare I say, borderline aggressive, vibe radiating from the narrator. Who is this. Gloria moved up behind him, placing her hands on either side of his neck, and she began to massage him."Ummmm, nice," he sighed."Yeah. Mr. Thomas used to like that, too," she said, referring to Jake's predecessor. Then, thoughtfully, she added: "I've been wondering if things were going to be the same with you as they always were with Mr. Thomas?" I don't quite understand," Jake said."Oh, you know... my duties..." You're very efficient, Miss Marks," he said."Yes, but... all of my duties?"Jake. As he took the glass, "question, do I have to pay for the prom dress?" No, wise guy, you get stuck for the limo and the corsage, maybe a coke and burger after the prom!" Oh, I think we'll do a little better than burger town!"Marty grabbed and hugged him. "If you can think of anything we haven't done, this is your night! I'm open to any suggestion, any hole, any place, I can't believe it, I'm so excited about going to the prom, feel me, I'm wet!"45 minutes later when Peter finally got to sip. Though I had mentally complained about her holding onto me, I wasn't trying to let her go either. I looked around to see what spectators we might have for the show and noticed the food everyone else was eating. My body reminded me of the need for nourishment with a hearty grumble. Both of the girls looked at me with smirks.I began to mumble an apology, but Renée stopped me. "Don't be sorry. You need food, just like we do."I started to scoot out of the booth and once again Renée stopped me..