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sorry about that.”
    â€œWhat are you doing? Is your mom over?” I asked.
    â€œNo, my mom and my dad are my roommates.”
    â€œWhat? You live with your parents?” I almost gagged. I didn’t know why I had just automatically assumed he lived alone.
    â€œI guess you can say that to a degree we share a house. It’s a big house. I’m just saving up to buy a house in a few months. I’m waiting on some money to go through from my lawyer. I looked in a few areas. I’m not sure yet.”
    I was shocked. He was so well put together. I would never have imagined that he still lived at home. I didn’t even bother to ask. When we talked on the phone, it was always quiet. He was a very nice person, so I wasn’t going to hold it against him. At least he was in the process of buying a house.
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    Jeremy came to my apartment with a bottle of wine. He brought a flower arrangement in a green see-through vase. He set it on the table and said we should go out and get a piece of artwork for my wall. He said my life needed more color in it, and I agreed.
    I liked Jeremy. He was very nice and cool to hang out with. However, I think the fact that he made way less money than me bothered me. I was hesitant to let people know we were even dating. I just didn’t want anyone all up in my business. But he silently let people know we were an item by coming up to my floor every break, even though I had asked him to stop. In this hospital, there was a one-man-to-every-twenty-bitches ratio. That meant grown women thought it was cute and funny to give him a bunch of attention now that they assumed I was dating him.

Chapter 8
Adrienne
    S tacey’s bridal shower was like nothing I had ever seen in my life. We were doing a bar crawl to ten bars. We were only on the fourth bar, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. There were nine of us, and three were acting like they were straight out of a Girls Gone Wild commercial. They were flashing their breasts at people and sticking their tongues out at any man looking. Stacey was walking around with a black dress and wearing a bride-to-be tiara with a long, sheer white train attached. We were doing shots of tequila. There was a lot of “woohoos,” stumbles, and partying going on. We were all so drunk, and Stacey had her head out the top of the limo screaming, “I’m about to get married.”
    During all the excitement, I noticed I had a text message. It was Jeremy; he asked where I was and said he missed me.
    I texted,
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    I’M AT THE BRIDAL SHOWER .
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    A few seconds later, I received another text that read,
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    I NEED YOU .
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    I thought that was so sweet. I wrote,
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    BE HOME SOON .
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    He typed back,
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    HURRY .
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    At the next stop, I had to go to the bathroom and I began to have my own photo shoot in the stall. I closed the seat, put one leg up in the air, stretched the camera as far as I could away from my body, and began snapping. I posed side-to-side, blowing kisses. Then I took a picture of my ass. I lifted my shirt and snapped my breasts as I squeezed them together with one hand. Then I typed,
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    HOPE THIS WILL KEEP YOU UNTIL I GET HOME .
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    OOH, COME HOME NOW , he typed back before I left the bathroom.
    I typed that I couldn’t leave yet and would meet him at my apartment by two-thirty. I went back out on the dance floor and took two more shots of tequila and danced with Stacey and the girls.
    I drove home very intoxicated. I rolled down my window, hoping the cool air would wake me up. It was two twenty-six. I parked and wondered whether Jeremy really was coming, and to my surprise, he was already parked in front of my door. I ran up to his car. He opened his car door and I just began kissing all over him.
    â€œYou was waiting for me?”
    â€œYeah, I couldn’t wait for you to get here,” he said as pushed me up against the car.
    â€œYou was out