"Manipulative" Story, Part 2: (Patreon)

 “But… I told you 3 months ago-“ 

     “I can see right through your bullshit, Kristy! I don’t have the time or patience for this right now. We’ll talk about it when you come over for dinner. You’re not going to back out of our dinner plans now are you?” 

     “…No…” I sheepishly responded. Not wanting to make him more upset. He hung up. 

*A few hours later, at his house*

     Tungsten tone light reflected off the corners of the clear water glasses, four ice cubes for him, no ice cubes for me. In an attempt not to appear nervous or confrontational, I just stared at the flickering light on the those glasses. Moments went by as I hungrily awaited the food he was setting up at our table. “So my old college buddy Jimmy from San Diego State gave me an alarming call today.” He matter of factly stated, as if he were reciting some doomsday declaration. “Said he was having’ a good ole’ time whacking off, as single bachelor dudes like Jimmy do, when suddenly you came onto the screen and he recognized you as MY girl, so like the good friend Jimmy is, he gave me a call to let me know about it. Do you know how embarrassing this is?” 

     “It was on Playboy TV” I attempted to reply in confidence, but felt my body shift backwards and shrink back a tiny bit. 

     “I don’t give a shit if it was on tin-buck-two TV!” His quick witted words always stamped me out. “I just don’t wanna get that call that my girl is messing around behind my back!” 

...to be continued...