Chapter Twenty-Six

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oBITCHuary: Okay, I have a confession to make.

McMonster: If it can end up with a criminal charge, I'd rather not know.

oBITCHuary: I'm starting to have feelings.

McMonster: What kind of feelings?

oBITCHuary: Horny ones.

McMonster is typing…

McMonster is deleting…

McMonster is typing…

McMonster is deleting…

oBITCHuary: Are you okay?

oBITCHuary: It's been twenty minutes and I can see that you're online.

McMonster: Sorry, had to go scream into a pillow.

McMonster: Anyone specific that makes you horny, or is it just general horniness?

oBITCHuary: My not-so-nice dick of a boss.

oBITCHuary: Who also happens to have a VERY nice dick .

McMonster: The plot thickens.

oBITCHuary: Not just the plot.

oBITCHuary: Sorry, I'll stop. No straight guy wants to hear about some other dude's penis.

McMonster: So what are you planning to do about it?

oBITCHuary: Nothing! He's my best friend's brother and pretty horrific most of the time.

oBITCHuary: Plus, I really like you.

McMonster: I really like you too.

McMonster: I should really tell you that something.

oBITCHuary: Tomorrow, okay? Promise. I'm pooped. Good night, Mac.

McMonster: Good night, Bitchy.