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Thinking of her sitting around contemplating this stuff makes me smile. She’s different.
Me:I read a few chapters this week. Two of the characters get into a fight. Do you think there is ever a good reason to fight?
Brooke:Yeah. If you’re protecting someone who can’t protect themselves.
Pretty sure that Wynward can defend himself.
Me:In the book, the other guys started it.
Brooke:Did they try NOT to fight?
Me:They did, but they ganged up on them.
Brooke:Back up. What did you say in your annotations?
Me:I didn’t have my strips with me, but I put notes in my phone.
Brooke:Send them to me.
As I pull up my notes, I forward them to her.
Why do bullies exist? What motivates bullies to target individuals who are weaker? In the book, the Socs, the people society deems acceptable, enjoy unlimited privileges, and face no consequences for their actions, even when it comes to causing harm to the Greasers, the low-income part of society. It's unfair that they feel the need to flee and hide, but they believe it's their only means of escape. In certain situations, there may be only one available solution, and regardless of the potential repercussions, one must make that choice. And when the weaker one fights back and kills someone, is it justified?
A few minutes later, she texts back.
Brooke:Wow, I’m impressed. Your thoughts and questions are deep. How are you feeling about the book at this point?
Like art imitating my life.
Me:I didn’t expect to really think about it, to be honest. It’s as if I’m there with them, like I could be one of the Greasers. What do you think?
Brooke:I think you have a good heart.
Me:Don’t give me too much credit.
Brooke:Until you prove otherwise, I’m going to see the good in you.
It won’t take long for me to disappoint you.
Me:You just want more orgasms ;)
I can see the blush rushing like rapids over her face in my mind, and I want to see it in person. What I would give to see her reddened face from having another earth-shattering orgasm by my hand, tongue, or dick.
Brooke:You have a pattern of changing the subject to sex whenever we’re talking about something serious. Just pointing it out. And I’m glad you can’t see my face right now. I need a ceiling fan.
Me:You’re a smart cookie. So, tutoring for orgasms?
The Godfather reaches over the seat and pulls my phone from my hand. “What or should I say who has gotten the attention of our resident broody mother fucker?”
“Give it back.” Luckily, I have Brooke saved as Cookie, so it doesn’t show her real name.
“Oh, look, Cookie says she wants more orgasms.”
At this point, I don’t care who the hell The Godfather is. He needs to stay out of my shit. Flynn reaches for it, and Godfather drops it, and I’m able to pick it up.
Brooke:Are you always so forward? Let me know if you change your mind about tomorrow.
Me:Gotta run.
