She did and I said, now go get your fat ass in the damn truck ya fat bitch! She looked at me for a few seconds like she wanted to say something, but s...he went on out and got in the truck like I told her to do. I followed her outside, got in and drove us over to the dairy farm my friend owned. We pulled out on the road and she said, baby where are we going with me dressed like this? I said you’ll see just shut the fuck up and be glad I brought you with me ya fat ass whore! We got to the farm. OK, a good part of that we'd been sleeping, but still. It might have been a new world's record for me."I've calmed down now," I told her. "If he has it fixed up for me to show off for the Red Sox while we're over there, I'll do my best for them, too. I mean, that would be the best insurance policy I could have! Supposing the Yankees get all orgasmic about me and make some kind of offer that's almost impossible to refuse? What's my best shot at getting a competitive offer? Why, the Red Sox, of. “I was more interested in their reactions to you missing the night on the town,” Phil said.“A night on the town or you?” Hailey said from her cozy perch.“OK, fine,” Phil said. “I was wondering if I have two more people in the world hating me now.”“Only two?” Hailey asked.“I figured Tiffany and Chelsea already knew,” Phil pointed out.“It doesn’t mean that Chelsea isn’t pissed off at you,” Hailey pointed out. “She was going along just fine, getting laid by good-looking popular guys whenever she. "Because I have such a cute girlfriend." "Heck yeah, you do."We both laughed at that. We've always had good chemistry, from the first day we met. We talked on the phone that night for hours, we fell asleep together. Things have only gotten better since it's a little scary. There's a little voice in my head, a voice filled with anxiety and insecurity. It tells me to slow down, push him away, don't believe the things he says. Don't let him in. This morning I've decided to ignore that.