”James greeted everyone and shook hands with the guysThe others introduced themselves and James placed their names and image in his memory place.If ...hey were Carrie’s friends, then he would meet them again. He made a point of being pleasant to them. He preferred that they not think he’s arrogant or an asshole.But he wasn’t sure how much he had in common with them. He was driven, unlike most high school students. But one thing he had learned had been empathy and they were Carrie’s friends, after. ~I had almost finished drying the dishes when Sunita returned from Sanjay’s bedroom. “You should have left those for me,” she said. “We have a dishwasher anyway.”I already knew that. I shrugged my shoulders. “So have I but you can’t beat a good hand job.”She laughed.“Talking of which... “She put her arm through mine. “Sanjay has been well taken care of,” she assured me. “A nice long slow handjob with plenty of filthy talk to help him along.”I laughed as she gripped my bulge. “Sanjay wants to. This was being filmed, too, from another camera angle; Tabitha's tear-stained face appeared on a monitor out of her visual field behind her and to her left, but the real thing was somehow more satisfying.Tabitha didn't faint again, but was suffering terribly -- it felt as if he'd ripped her tit clean off! Looking at it hurt her mentally almost as much as the actuality hurt her physically, and it was right in front of her face. Her face was a gooey mess of tears and snot and slobber from crying,. Eden could take me, then again so could Deborah, Courtney, or Melody. I gave myself even odds versus Phoebe. She waved and headed out. When her footsteps were lost in the kitchen I took the offered seat across from Matthew."Good morning," I whispered, putting down my chicken caesar wrap on the small half table."Hey, Gwen," He smiled, "Last night was awesome! The play was great and the band was better." Good," I barked. I dumped a packet of honey across the wrap and picked up a fork and knife. I.