"You are such a dork," said Johnathon. "It's just an order. What's goingto happen if you get it wrong." Shut up," Steven said. Oh god, does this happe... often?As they waited for their drinks to be made Johnathon prattled on about agame of Call of Duty from the night before. Steven nodded and addedpleasantries, but his gaze was fixated on the barista.Behind the counter he could freely inspect the actions of the tall, blueeyed student barista. He moved effortlessly between stations, with a. If you want to practice you're always welcome, and if you have some cute friends who want to put together an ensemble, we can have live music for me to study to and Shannon to clean to." Shannon, is Cathy at home or out working?" I asked."She's probably upstairs fucking your neighbor."I said, "I should go interrupt her. Come on Darcy."I went up and knocked on John's door. Mark answered. I asked if Cathy was inside.Mark said, "She got here a little while ago and is in John's room. No problems. Once she understood what his infatuation with feet was all about for the remainder of their twenty-year marriage, she tortured and pleased him with her feet. Jason became her total slave and he loved it.In all of his endeavours to keep the foot love alive, he'd often purchased items from the company called "Happy Feet."Standing there in his living room, holding a box from this well familiar company for the red haired waitress who lived across the street brought new courage, and an instant hard. " Once we were outside I turned to saygoodbye, but Steven cut me off. "them bitches right? Gotta find a way toget them to fuck off."I had enough. I punched him square in the eye. "Don't fucking talk likethat again around me or it's your nutsack I'll burst." Steven nodded,mostly in shock, and raised his hands in surrender before steppingbackwards into the house and closing the door. I went to go back to mycar when I heard a roar of laughter. The neighbor was watering hisplants, but dying of.