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I don’t look forward to breaking it off with Tina, but know that I can give up the rest with minimal pain. I ask myself why I’m willing to put up with

something like this. I mean, I can have any

woman in the world, with my switches. Sure it would take some work, and I’d have to get over my hang-up about manipulating others, but still. .

.

But Stephanie is the first woman to like me, for me.
She is also a geek on my own level. And I truly do care about her.
I turn my steps towards home, and start trudging.
I find Rose and Dennis sitting in the main room of the apartment, when I get home. They’re

watching TV and not scre.wing, which I’m

thankful for, considering the conversation I’d just

had with Stephanie.
Dennis greets me as I walk in the door. “There you are,” he acts like he hasn’t seen me in days.

“Have you been watching the news?”
“About the satellite?” I ask, fairly sure I know

where he’s going, and not really wanting to think about it. Flashes of the ßokoharms scout ship blowing

up run through my mind, and I do my best to squash them.
“No, about some of those freaks with abilities,” he corrects me. I can feel my temper start to rise at

the mention of freaks, but I quickly get myself under control. Doesn’t he understand that one of those freaks is standing right in front of him,

and may be the only thing standing between him and annihilation? Of course he doesn’t. 
“Looks like someone’s been going around, burning and killing them.” He looks at me closely, before

continuing, “Are you alright?”
Nodding, as I head to my room, I feel sick,

wondering who might be doing that.
“Oh yeah, hey,” my roommate suddenly says, stopping me, “did I see you coming out of Mrs. Stilinski’s office earlier?”

I’d almost forgotten about the terrific deep throat I’d gotten in her office, until now. It’s a better thought than thinking about people getting

burned up, or having to break things off with Tina. 

“Yeah, I got a small cut on my hand, and

she insisted she take a look at it. It turned out to be nothing, though.” I show Rose and him my clean, undamaged palm.
“Is it true what their saying?” Rose asks me

excitedly, leaning on the arm of the chair to grin up at me. I have no idea what she’s talking about, until she continues. “That she’s giving blow.jobs

to every guy that goes in there,” Ellagold’s friend clarifies. I feel my face turning red, and know that they have their answer, as I go to my room,

accompanied by their snickers.
I have to work tonight, so I jump in the shower, and furiously clean up. Sometimes I hate

showering before work, knowing that I will need another one, after working at the grill, but I hate

going to work dirty, also. I should’ve asked if Stephanie has to work, but it hadn’t crossed my mind at the time, and I don’t dare call to find out.
She’s made it clear she’ll talk to me when she’s ready.
I think about what Dennis had say about Mrs. Stilinski. Have my switches turned her into a nymph.omaniac, or just given her the ability to live out that lifestyle? She’d told me that she used

to be a swinger with her late husband. I wonder if she had suppressed her sexuality in her older

age, until I’d helped her body feel younger with my switches.
It’s my first night back to work, since I’d left for Winter break, and Stephenie is working tonight, though she doesn’t pay me much attention. I try to talk to her, but she only gives me a small

smile, before turning, her dyed red hair flinging out as she walks away. It hurts to be treated like

that after pouring my life out to her earlier, but there is little I can do about it, short of using my switches. A quick sense of her ‘happy’ ;D switch,

informs me that she’s a little more happy than not, which is at least something. 

Unless she’s happy at me being miserable? Naw, that’s not like

her.
Mikel is just as ornery as ever, however.

There’s a new waiter, which he actually makes cry, after he’d made a simple drink order mistake.

There’s another mistake on one of Stephanie’s tables, and when Mikel starts to chew her out, I

step up, and claim it’d been my mistake.
“Sorry, Mikel, I misread the order. It’s not her fault.” It really had been her fault, but I’m trying to win her back over, though with the way she’s

treating me tonight, I’m not sure why I’m

bothering.
“It’s coming out of your paycheck then,” Mikel informs me heatedly. “And you, Stephanie, make sure your orders are clear enough, that this

doesn’t happen again!” Our boss turns and storms away, to start berating someone else. I can’t remember the last time he was this

miserable to work with, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why he is.

To Be Continued…

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