Overheard conversation

Amanda kept me busy.

I didn’t have time for sex the next three days. Every waking moment was filled with some random task.

Even Cass was annoyed with the new attention, “What crawled into Miss Congeniality’s vagina?”

Grass. Trash. Scrubbing. Carrying. Stacking. Climbing. Untangling. If there was an action, I was doing it.

Anytime a girl counselor stopped to flirt with me, Amanda somehow knew. My name would crackle on the radio, giving me a new task.

While dropping off laundry in Deb and Sal’s house. I overheard voices upstairs.

“What’s gotten into you? You seem pissed.”

“I’m not pissed.”

“Whatever it is, you need to get it out of your system. You need to get laid.”

“I agree with you there. I do need to get laid. Unfortunately there are zero viable options in a 59 mile radius.”

“What about the gopher? You seem to get along with him. And from the rumors, he’ll make your ex’s small dick seem like a tic tac.”

“He’s 20 years younger than me.”

“Fuck it. It’ll be fun. Let him ram the shit out of you. Orgasm. Get it out of your system, because if your mood doesn’t change, I’m kicking you out of this camp. You’re annoying the shit out of me.”

Amanda sighed, “I’ll turn it around. But I’m not fucking a counselor.”

“Then go down to the bar. Fuck a Mainer.”

Amanda walked down the stairs. Her eyes immediately seeing me. “You. Snooping through underwear, listening to private conversations. You are forming a nasty habit.”

I stuttered trying to form a response.

Deb ran down the stairs, “Leave him alone Amanda. You’ve been riding him the last few days. I don’t know what you think he did to offend you, but you need to let it go.”

Amanda stared at me like she was hoping she could melt me with laser beams. She didn’t release any tension.

Deb came up and squeezed me. Taking my side. “Say sorry.”

Amanda scrunched her eyebrows, “For what? I’m not going to apologize because he’s a cocky shit.”

Deb was confused, “I’ve never worked with a more humble gopher. This boy does everything you ask.”

Amanda stormed out without apologizing.

Deb hugged me again, “Sorry my cousin is fucked up. She definitely wants you, but doesn’t know how to handle it.”

I didn’t believe that. Amanda acted like she hated me now. I said, “Funny way of showing it.”

Deb asked, “Different topic. Do you have any plans on the 4th of July?”

I blinked, “Tomorrow? I imagine working and doing whatever you tell me.”

She smiled, “Good. I’m tell you to come to my house after fireworks.”

Her smile was trouble, but I had to obey.