The Vibrator

Shadow was right. As he had followed up the cases from the missed calls, Raven’s mind began to dwell on everything from the night before and pull it apart, turn it around, make it sordid.

“I am not a f-king girl,” he told himself sternly. “I am not being taken advantage of by some f-ked up high school golden boys. I am making decisions as a consenting adult, doing nothing illegal, and have nothing to be ashamed of.”

He did not listen to himself, and by the time Shadow called to say that band practise was done, Raven had worked himself into a dark place. He would f-king take them to Vice and Victor’s, he decided, and then he was out and done. He had gone too far down that f-king rabbit hole, he needed to get out now, before he started f-king rabbits or blowing smoke rings with stoned caterpillars.

Vice and Victor were his best friends, but f-k, this was going too far for the sakes of friendship. He needed to do this one last thing, tell them he was done, and then find a pretty, whol