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Chapter 80 by takacube takacube

Talk with Jennifer or Santos?

Why not both?

IT took you a few moments to figure out what exactly you had done but the moment after you hung up, you realized that you had been on the phone with her for over an hour. It was pretty innocent in terms of what you two had discussed, mostly on the fight between her and Allison, the punishment that she had received (mitigated by your timely explanations and tossing of Allison under the bus, totally deserved), though there was some speculation on what would happen with you now that you were the central figure in the fighting of two groups of females. You laughed a bit, wondering out loud what would Randall say about all of this, and Jennifer just laughed with you.

"Truth be told, I never really understood why you and he were so close. The two of you weren't really all that similar." That line reverberated in your head as you laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Try as you might, though, you couldn't get that out of your head. Leave it to someone who knew you better than you knew yourself to bring up a truth, as uncomfortable as it may be, that caused you to question yourself.

"Fuck me.." you muttered, trying to convince yourself unsuccessfully that she had a point. Randall was your best male friend but how much did you really know about each other? You loved to game, shared equal levels of perversion at the sight of Ms. Card's tits and ass, and now the two of you had even gone a step further and just about consummated that. Beyond it? What his favorite movies were, what his goals were, what did he fear the most...the amount of nothing you knew about your friend was staggering.

Perhaps that's why he was now acting in such an alien manner: the two of you were, for all purposes, strangers.

Fuckin' hell...

You turned your attention to the earlier text from Ms. Santos and after trying to figure out how she got your number and deciding it wasn't worth trying too much, you sent a quick response: HEY, MS. S! Whatcha need? You knew such language would ordinarily cause her to eye-roll at you and, for a laugh, you wondered in part what she would do.

Her response, though, was completely unexpected...

What's next?

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