She wasn’t jealous!She was fucking upset because she felt like a failure! Because she’d trusted me to keep my dick in my pants, and I’d betrayed... that trust. Her reaction was no different than it would have been for my own mother, since my friend had been forced to play that role in my life for the last five years.Fuck, I was an idiot.Taking a deep breath, I sat down at the foot of the stairs, holding my head in my hands while I listened to her upstairs. She wasn’t crying or anything, like she. Not. She’ll be all over him in yet another nauseating display of sexual affection I’m glad I don’t have to deal with during semester. “It’s nice.” And it is. But I can’t tell the difference between the Macan and the Cayenne for shit. “Nice?” Ashton mutters before descending into yet another spiel about the technical merits and functionality of both. I tune him out. I’ve better things to think about. Like the meaning behind Melody Drake flashing me her tits at that party. “Having problems. In order for Karen to get the sex she wanted, she was fucking at least 3 guys and Tom made the fourth one -- and all at 16 years of age.Tom came to Karen's house and as soon as he was in the door, she had him in her arms, and they were going at it. Tom had known Karen for some time, but now they were going to enjoy what they'd both been talking about for many months. Karen was wearing a pair of shorts, and a cotton top that still showed off her sexy A-cup breasts even though it wasn't skin. I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Ithought I was taking you to a 'safe space', and I am really, reallypissed that they got you stoned, and they lied, and passed you aroundwithout asking my permission. Which I would have denied, because youneeded to rest. Okay, I need to calm down before I run someone over,and I need to air you out, my little pothead." She pulls over to acommunity park."Darling, I want your stinky hide out of this car, but please fix you'tramp smear', let's not.