Page 40 of Taming the Bear
JEN: more than just fuckin’ him?
ME: the sex is awesome!
JEN: rub it in… how big is his dick?
ME: HUGE! With a Jacob’s Ladder
JEN: marry him and tell me he’s a twin
ME: you don’t think I’m being stupid?
JEN: nope. Not at all. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone.
ME: okay. thanks
ME: but what happens if he has a bunch of bitches on the side?
JEN: that could happen with anyone. Just take it slow and let it happen
ME: you know I’m not good at this
JEN: then bail
ME: but it’s good sex
JEN: then tell him - are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine all over you
ME: i worry about you
JEN: girl, you should be more worried about what I don’t say
Knowing that Jen is just getting started, I put my phone face down on the bed so I won’t be tempted to text her back. This girl is fucking crazy.
I type in a couple of codes into the forum and am immediately satisfied with what I found. Reports and reports have popped up and a lot of it has to do with the brothers’ military records.
It’s been three hours and I have made some amazing headway but now I’m in need of caffeine. I close the lid of my computer and slide off of the bed to look for something to wear.
After Joe left, I took it upon myself to swim in his shower to wash off all of the sex that we had. I’m one of those people that work better when I’m comfortable and I’m comfortable smelling like my own self.
Now that I’m dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt, I walk out of the room in hopes of finding the kitchen to get coffee. The smell of bacon wakes me up even more and I follow my nose to where the smell is.
I’m right at the edge of the kitchen and I could hear people talking about my and Joe’s relationship. With my ear pressed against the metal door, I hear a group of girls talking.
“Did you see her yet? I expected The Bear to have some better taste than some weird bitch that just shows up,” one woman says.
The next one giggles and then replies: “I know, right? She’s pretty bland with nothing attractive about her. Bear won’t be satisfied with some little bitch like her.”
All of my insecurities are being broadcasted for all of these skanks to know about. Even though I just got talked off the ledge by Jen, now I’m right back to where I was to begin with.
“What’s with the pink hair? Is she trying to be that fucking singer, Pink?”
Knowing that it was my turn to make my presence known, I clear my throat and then walk into the kitchen. I smile sweetly at the four women who are standing around a box of donuts and a pissy look on their faces.
I recognized one of them as the girl who was all over Joe the other day and I point a smile to her. Of course you remember, the one who’s ass I kicked? “Are you telling tales?” I inquire.
Slut rolls her eyes and then glares at me. “Your fuck buddy isn’t here right now. Who’s going to back you up this time?”
She and I are about the same height so when I line our feet up we are eye to eye. “Did you need me to yank your fake ass blonde hair out of your head?”
