“Did I cost Mandy her job?”
“Nah, just don’t screw with the ring girls when they are working. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
* * *
I drive home after the fights with a clouded head. I didn’t get to see Mandy again, and I tried talking to Jill and one of the others to help me out but they just laughed at me.
Traitors.
Not really though. I know Jill through that cop Emily, who I still saw and talked to often enough that she had become something like a really close aunt or older sister. Emily is Jill’s older sister, and I was thoroughly warned away from the girl with the implicit clarity that a gun could easily and accidentally remove one of my testicles.
Heh, that didn’t stop Jill from coming after me, but it made it easy for me to let her down quite gently. I was glad I only told Emily about all of my past instead of Jill as well. I didn’t want any cattiness that could happen from it.
I am going to see her again, I know it. I just nee
d to find her.
Me: Hey, Jilling off!
Jill: Hey, small dick!
Yep, she might have figured it out. I can’t help but shrug, she’ll forgive me. Maybe.
Me: It’s like a real penis, but smaller.
Jill: You are so full of shit, asshole. I’m mad at you.
Me: Want me to send you a dick pic? I can make it stand up for you.
Jill: You send me a dick pic and I’ll show Emily.
Me: Fair enough, so… How mad?
Jill: Not really, but you couldn’t have warned me anyways. It’s ok. Are you ok?
Me: Yep, aren’t I always?
Jill: Liar. Ok, what do you want?
Me: I don’t know, but I want to see her again.
Jill: Friday at the club? Bring the boys?
Me: You are such a good little girl. I think I can get Niklaus to give you a bone if you need it.
Those two have been flirting off and on for the past year and a half. I don’t know their hesitation, but they both circle each other and our hangouts but never hook up. And Niklaus is a fucking slut.
Jill: I really do hate you.
Friday night. Fuck yeah!
Shit, it’s only Sunday.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Brett