” Mack replied with a grimace and then a smirk.From the other side of her cubicle they heard, “What!?”“You mean to tell me that Randall is her... too?” Mara said a look of shock on her features.“Oh yeah,” came a voice from behind them. “Actually made it to Lieutenant Junior Grade.” Randall shook Mara’s hand. “I got busted for not giving up when I noticed the same thing that Mack did. Though I am sure Mack is as curious as I am as to why you are here.”Mara sighed, “I was used as a pawn by one of. The last few hours of a drunken make-out session with a guy who I knew was sketchy, were very lost to my now sobering mind. I couldnt even remember who the guy had been. It sure as hell wasnt my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. What with finding him cheating on me and being held hostage by another creep, Im starting to think there is no such thing as a decent guy in this town. I gave another seemingly hopeless pull on the handle of the door, and to my surprise, it swung open. I was about ready. The meeting at the coffee shop was very casual. It was meant to get to know each other and no one was dangerous. It was one of those days, as every other day, full of lust and his unsatisfied sexual needs and desires were seizing his mind and keeping him from doing his work. Masturbation and porn watching were helping up to a point. A temporary relief. But as soon as the effect wears off, the lust was conquering hi mind and his cock seemed to be the leading his thoughts. He received a message. He usually arrives around the time I get home Friday night, and heads back at three p.m. Sunday afternoon. We spend as much time together as possible. His friends grow rather chagrined, I imagine, knowing he's here and Jonathan practically ignoring them. I am selfish bitch and don't care.I keep putting this off. Just type it out, Jena.I can't. Even though it's the reason I opened my Macbook tonight.Monday eveningMarch 2, 2015I've decided to do this as journal entries. I came apart last night,.