Gone Bob

For the first time in the whole summer, you wake up without morning wood. It just makes you horny when you remember why. You spend the morning breaking your fast and checking up Facebook, and then you head over to Bob's as usual.

But this time, you're surprised to find the house empty. Upset, you give him a phone call but he doesn't respond. You consider calling your friend Tony and hanging out with him today, but you decide it's best if you just wait for Bob. He'll call me back soon. Surely he would have said something if he were going to cancel our next game.

You play some video games in your room and call him up an hour later. No response. Then you're hit with a horrible thought. What if he's visiting some other girl! That must be it! Why else wouldn't he be picking up the phone? He's so hot he must have like a dozen side girls beside me! Well, two can play at that game! I'll get myself some side guys! I'll have him crawling back to me on his knees.

You spend the whole day worrying like that, but then you get a call from him in the evening.

"Hey Veronica, what's up?"

"What's up? That's all you have to say for yourself?"

"Whoah, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"How was she?" You're angry now, "Are her tits bigger than mine? Does she suck your cock better? What is it?"

He stays silent for a few seconds before responding in a serious tone: "Come over tomorrow morning. I'll explain everything."

Then he hangs up. He didn't even say he's sorry! Pouting, you curl up on your bed and eventually fall asleep.