“Hey Nate… and you know me, I wouldn’t dare miss some time to hang out with you.” He told me, wagging that tail of his gently as if he was tea...ing me. Did he know? I forced myself to act normal around him, as much as I could. “Yeah, I know. It’s still nice to see you. Go ahead and pick a game, alright?” I laughed, remembering that night we met. I move back to the kitchen, I forgot to grab the drinks. Opening the fridge, I had a variety of choice. And luckily I had his favorite brand of Root. ’ ‘You should be. No manners at all. Dyke grandmothers can’t raise a boy worth a damn.’ ‘Excuse me?’ Aunt Doro saved him with a call from the kitchen window. ‘Doug! Come help me with the trash here! We’ve got a mess.’ ‘Ok, Aunt Doro!’ Doug knew the kitchen would really be spotless as usual, but he was grateful for the rescue. Sure enough, there was no trash problem. ‘Didn’t we always tell you to steer clear of her?’ Aunt Doro asked as soon as Doug had let himself in the back door. ‘Yeah.. After all, when you're after a hot girl it pays to get on the right side of her roommate, right? Funny thing, though, once they were on Sandy's radar I seemed to drop off theirs. Why is it that people think curvy girls are only good for being pals, anyway?It wasn't a total loss. Some of the guys were nice and kept on being nice even after they were friends with Sandy. I mean, I'm not a virgin, don't ask me how that worked out but it did, and the guys weren't creeps. I mean it. It wasn't. But to myself, I always considered them to beslackers who'd latched on to a way to demand sympathy from the rest ofthe world. After all, how could a person really be in that much painwithout any outward signs.No bleeding, no hunched over back, no limp. Just a sorry "please feelpity for me" expression on their faces.I was wrong.It started about a week ago. At my desk, in my cubicle, my safe place.It came on the same way a person notices that they're hungry. You'reaware of the fact that at one.