But, Mark also knew that his recommendation alone would not have gotten John to create the position for Trisha; she must have impressed John the way s...he impressed him.Tuesday at 11 o'clock Mark's phone rang. He looked on the caller id and recognized it immediately."Not calling to bug out of the lunch you owe me, are you," Mark chided, not even saying 'hello'."I'm not going to be the one bugging out of lunch when you hear why I called," John countered, just as if the two men had been in this. To a somewhat lesser extent I repeated this almost every day for the next four weeks, still without success.School would be starting in two weeks and that began to take up a little more of my time. Mom took me to the mall a couple of times so I could pick up a few new things and I did see some other teenagers there, although I never got a chance to talk with any of them. Even for high school there were lists of required items so I also went shopping for notebooks and binders and so on.Always. That's why it took a few moments to sink in that "dickhead friends" might include me. I frowned a little and then looked at Corey, bemused."What?" Jay said again. It was as if someone had hit the cosmic rewind button and the last moments were about to replay.Corey looked over at me suddenly. I wasn't prepared and my eyes hesitated for a moment before they moved from her breasts to her eyes. Busted.She made a noise that was part growl, part screech and then stomped out of the room. We heard the. "The race." Gracie said as she tapped her foot. "We'll be late to the racetrack and you're the one with $200 bet on the one listed as Firebird." "Forget it, Clint!" John Knight called out from behind the wheel of hisNascar Racer. "This is one race you're not going to win." The two carsflew past all the others to the lead positions and an approaching checkeredflag."I don't think so, John!" Clint said as his Blue Bandit kicked it into overdrive and rocketed past the Firebird. Milo and his.