Godamnit! I pound my fist on the desktop. They set this whole thing up!
"No," she says. "Someone sent a text message just as we were getting to that," she says, playfully pushing his nose with her finger.
"Sorry," he says. "I thought it was time."
"It's alright," she smiles. "It probably worked out for the best. Did you go see her? What did she say?"
"No, I called and she told me you two drank too much and she was tired," he says. "She sounded kind of funny."
"What do you mean? Like drunk? We did drink quite a few margaritas." Jenny says.
I was right to suspect something sinister was going on. Here's the f*****g proof! I've been played with like a f*****g s*x toy! I can't believe my own sister would do this! I wonder if John is in on it.
"No, kind of suspicious, actually," he says q
