I’m not exactly every man’s type.’ Some courage sparked inside of me. I’m not sure where it came from, but it hit me like a surge of power, ma...ybe the intended side effect of that Surge drink from the nineties. ‘Would you like to share some casserole with me? You can skip Ramen for a night.’ Her eyes lit up. ‘I would love to! By the way, my name is-‘ ‘Brittany. My name is Jake,’ I said, cutting her off. I guess I wasn’t as smooth as I thought I was. After staring at her chest, I had figured out. ”“It was both our faults. What should we do now?”“You tell me. I’m broke. You got any money?”“Yes, but not much. Listen, I have an uncle and aunt that live in Barstow, California. I’ve stayed with them a few times before. Mother’s never in touch with them any more, so she couldn’t tell them what happened. We could call them, tell them wfre engaged or something, and I’m sure they’d let us stay with them a few weeks until we. My dad was a very old fashioned man and had no time for progressive ideas. He would turn off the tv in disgust if he saw Boy George appear on it, so the idea of him finding out about this would be a shame I would never be able to live down.After a few long seconds she laughed and said; "Do you think I would actually tell them? Ok, I admit it was a bit of a shock to find the pair of you now like this, but it's ok. I do understand y'know. It's a bit of experimentation. Me and Julie Arthur did the. Mary invited me over for a few laughs from time to time. I think if I’d asked HER to marry me, She might have jumped at the chance. Mary could never understand WHY Caroline drove me away, she knew HOW. Mary and I actually got along famously, going out to diner, going to the lake camping or just staying at home fucking each other’s brains out. Caroline was always invited, but she found other things to occupy herself most of the time. It didn’t matter, Mary and I made our own party - if Caroline.