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No clues to who actually lived there. I wandered into the living area. A massive sectional faced a giant flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Beneath it, a glossy black cabinet stood closed. It took me a few tries to figure out how to open it—no handles, of course. Inside, I found a DVD collection. Caddyshack, Happy Gilmore, Anchorman. Really? I moved up to the next shelf. Glory, Gettysburg, Gangs of New York. Okay, make up your mind, Merrick.

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

“Even I have limits and these fossils are useless to me for hacking purposes.” “Good. Look in the box and choose a film.” Sitting beneath a layer of bubble wrap, is a stack of plastic DVD cases. Reaching in, I flip through the titles. It’s a completely chaotic assortment. There are a few classic action movies, a couple of terrible comedies, a gritty mobster flick, and a nature documentary about deep-sea predators. "Did you rob a thrift store on the way back from the gym?" I ask, holding up a copy of a notoriously awful nineties action movie.

I stuffed the tape into the VCR, pushed play and sat down next to Jerry. The movie wasn't that good - I don't even remember the name - but it did live up to its R rating. This included a bedroom scene - a brief flash of her tits and the guy disappearing down down down under the covers. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first, but these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I looked down at Jerry's lap. Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts.

Goof grabs my hand and kisses the top of it “ They will understand. I just want you to be there.” Goof asks me about my day. He knew I had the day off so I told him I puttered around the house. “ I did a little shopping.” I said. “ Oh, yeah. Get anything good?” Goof asked. I won’t tell him everything I got. “ As a matter of fact I did.” I said. I got up from my seat and over to the counter where I hid one of his gifts. I grab the bag and head back to the table. I give Goof the bag and gather our now empty plates. “ Babe, what is this?” he asks. I shake my head at him “ Silly Goof, you won’t know unless you open it.” I said. Goof sets the bag on the table and reaches in. Once he gets passed

They were very expensive back in the 1980s, but it was an investment that paid off big time. He next went through his VHS tapes. The first one made him laugh. He'd entitled it Dottie Gets Religion. It was a tape of four different sexual encounters with Pastor Frank Davis. Each of these segments had been filmed in different areas of the church on Sundays when Charlie was on the road. Dottie had made them hotter by wearing sexy lingerie under her conservative church attire, and her nasty mouth, when she often repeated the phrase, "Oh God!" and she spewed many sacrilegious words and phrases.

"Connor Pierce is the campus heartthrob. Why would a guy like that fall for someone like you, ordinary as you are? I was helping you. Testing whether he really loves you." Cassidy caught on and let out a mocking laugh. "I knew it. Tara was helping you, and you throw a tantrum? You really think highly of yourself." Holly piled on. "It's just a couple of dumb flyers in a group chat. You are so fragile. We're in college–people joke around." It hit me, listening to them, how easily I'd let this happen the first time around. That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer.

“Sure. Any movie in particular you want to watch?” “I don’t know, something light and funny sounds good to me after today. I think laughter is what’s needed.” “I got it! The Hangover, the first one. That movie is one of the funniest ever made and produced,” said Andrew. “It is a good one. Yeah, The Hangover sounds good to me.” I concur. Evander asks the kitchen staff to pop us some popcorn. Andrew grabs some snacks from the pantry, and Osiris makes us all root beer floats.

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That if I just tried harder, loved him better, lost more weight, complained less, smiled more — maybe then he’d finally love me back. But he’d never loved me. He’d never even liked me. I was a checkmark on Papa Niel’s list. A broodmare. A means to $2.3 billion. I pulled myself together through sheer force of will. Crying wouldn’t save me. Planning would. I moved to the closet and pulled down the small duffel bag I’d hidden behind winter coats last year — a bag Bruce didn’t know existed, purchased with money skimmed from grocery receipts over months. Inside: $347 in cash. Not much, but it was something.