Relaxing a bit, Dean sits back and places his phone into the mount underneath his steering wheel. Dean figured this would be more comfortable instead of holding his phone while driving and waiting for the connection. It's what he brought it along for afterall. Dean Recalls.
Dean can't believe how on edge he been since his boss called him. Coronavirus would shred his Master Plan to ribbons. If there was no way for Dean to be out of the house then how would Richard ever progress through the entire plan.
"There is no way Richard would think he could get away with sleeping with Brooke when I'm only one room away and I would have no fixed sleep schedule for him to rely on. It's impossible." Dean anxiously thought outloud.
Dean slumped into his seat and realized he didn't know what in the world to do. He became overcome with emotion. He felt as though he had lost all control. Gushing with arousal Dean's member tightened against his pants as he drove.
Dean absolutely could not bear the thought of ever seriously losing Brooke, especially to someone like Richard.
Brooke was only doing all this for my satisfaction. Dean reassures himself. Brooke is in a totally different league than Richard, even after he gets his life together, Dean thought, there would be no way. Richard is barely even taller than she is and skinny bones can't weigh that much more than she does if any at all.
One thing he did know was that he needed Brooke now more than ever. Dean needed to see his girlfriend, live in the flesh or on his cell phone, she was the only one that could sail his sinking ship to shore.
Dean peered down at his phone again to check the connection. Still loading. Perhaps being in heavy traffic with tonnes of cell phones slows speeds Dean thought.
Finally after a few minutes of driving Dean's phone buzzed letting him know it was live.
