The Himbo Machine - Chapter Three

I knocked on Sam’s door early Sunday. I don’t get my pill til nine, but I figured I was out for my run anyhow, so why not stop by and see if he’d fuck me first.

“Hey,” Tyler said. He was shirtless and holding a cup of coffee. Two different kids of steamy.

“Hey,” I said with my widest grin. A week ago I woulda been embarrassed to be here, shirtless and sweaty and grinning like an idiot. Now I was proud of it!

“You’re hard,” Tyler said, gesturing down at my tights.

“I’m always hard!” I laughed, adjusting my cock so it bulged out nicely. “Wait... why aren’t you hard!”

“Mmmm... Sam just fucked me so hard...” Tyler said with a dreamy expression. “I came three times.”

“Oh,” I said sadly. “I guess he must be tired now.”

“I guess I must be,” Sam said, coming up behind Tyler and wrapping his arms around the blond jock. “Is that for me?”

“Okay!” Tyler said, happily handing over his coffee. “Grant, do you want some? I made lots.”

“Grant, why don’t you come inside,” Sam said, tugging his housecoat closed. “It’s cold out there. Your nipples are rock hard.”

I giggled. I liked my nipples. Sam liked my nipples too.

“I’m here for my pill,” I said.

Sam smirked.

“You know, you don’t need to say that every time,” he said. “I see you twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Don’t worry Grant, I know you’re here for your pill.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. I tried to remember, but it was so hard. “I also wanted to see if maybe... maybe you want to fuck me?” I asked hopefully.

“Mmm, I’m sorry Grant,” he said, touching my face lightly. “I really would love to fuck you, but unfortunately, as Tyler mentioned, we’ve just finished a virtual marathon of activity and I’m exhausted.”

“Huh?” I said. Sam talks really smart. He’s a professor.

“I can’t fuck right now,” Sam said with a sad smile. “I’m too tired.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. “Maybe next time!”

“You know,” Sam said. “You should consider moving in with me and Tyler. It would simplify administration and monitoring. You might also find it beneficial – if you lived here, you could join in with Tyler and I rather than missing out due to unfortunate timing.”

I only understood some of that. But I got enough.

“You want me to move in here?” I asked happily.

“Then we could fuck all the time!” Tyler said brightly, returning with two more cups of coffee.

“Yeah!” I gasped. What a great idea.

“Would I like... would I sleep in your bed?” I asked Sam hopefully.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Most nights you’d sleep in your own room, just like you do in your apartment. But you’d be close to my room, ready for me whenever I wanted you.”

Right. I still lived had my own room at the apartment.

I hadn’t been sleeping in my room too much. Mostly I’d been sleeping with Eddie.

“Oh no!” I said. “But what about Eddie? I live with Eddie and he really loves pounding my ass. I don’t want to let him down!”

“Eddie might like you for sex, but is he really happy living with you?” Sam said, looking at me seriously. “Ever since you started taking the himbo pills, you and Eddie don’t have much in common, do you?”

“He likes to fuck me,” I grinned proudly.

“But does he like to talk with you?” Sam asked. “The way Tyler and I talk with you?”

I thought hard. Sometimes Eddie likes me to talk dirty during sex, but otherwise we don’t really talk. Mostly he just stays in his room and works, or sometimes comes out to the living room and watches TV. The shows he watches are so smart, I don’t even know what’s going on.

And he never wants to talk about what I like. We don’t talk about the gym, or how many guys want my cock, or anything interesting like that. Eddie kind of acts weird around me now.

“No,” I said after a long pause to think. “I guess not.”

“Eddie might pretend that he’s sad,” Sam suggested. “But really he’ll be happy to get a new roommate that he has more in common with. And besides, you can still go over to his place and get fucked anytime you want.”

Sam handed me my pill and told me to take it. I tasted cotton candy as it vanished under my tongue.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess you’re right. Maybe I should move in here.”

“It’s decided then,” Sam said, clapping his hands. “You can move in today. Go home and tell Eddie. I’ll bring my truck around your apartment this afternoon and we’ll help you move.”

Tyler clapped his hands excitedly.

“Okay,” I smiled. This was gonna be great.

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“You’re moving out?” Eddie said, staring at me with buggy eyes. “Today!?”

“Yeah, Sam says it’s the best idea for both of us,” I said cheerfully. “You can get a new roommate. One you have waaaaay more in common with.”

“Bro, I like being your roommate,” Eddie moaned. “And besides, Sam’s not doing this because it’s good for you. He just wants to control you even more.”

“Like you control me,” I said, stepping closer and putting my hand on his jeans. I rubbed his dick, grinning as I got him hard.

“No, like he wants you where...” Eddie trailed off. “Dude, I don’t know exactly what he wants, but this is going too far. He fucked with your mind and now he wants you to move in? He’s acting like he owns you or something.”

“Mmmm, can you blame him?” I asked, giving my ass a little shake. “Besides, he says I can still come over whenever and get fucked.”

“Grant, listen to me man, this isn’t about me wanting... I mean, yeah, I love fucking you, but this isn’t just about me wanting to keep your ass down the hall.”

“No?” I pouted.

“You know what dude, you want to move in with him, go ahead,” Eddie fumed. “But when he tattoo’s ‘PROPERTY OF SAM LARKIN’ on your ass, don’t come crying to me.”

“Bro, that’d be so hot,” I said, picturing the tattoo.

“For fucks sake man,” Eddie said, pushing me away in disgust. “I didn’t do this, okay? You found the pills on your own, you let Larkin hook you on them, and now you’re moving into his house – you’re doing it all on your own bro. I don’t want any part in this.”

“C’mon man,” I said, feeling sad. “Don’t be like that. I want us to be friends.”

“We were friends,” Eddie spat. “This is on you.”

The next few hours were super awkward. I packed up my stuff while Eddie sat in the living room and played video games at maximum volume. It really messed with my vibe. It really made me feel sad, y’know?

I guess Sam was right. Eddie and I weren't a good match anymore. I shoved another t-shirt into a box, angry at myself cause I didn’t see it sooner. It’s not my fault I’m so dumb sometimes...

My hole was so hungry. I wished Eddie would fuck me one more time.

I looked at my pile of textbooks. Despite the last week, I’m still a college student – I’d have to bring those along. I tossed them in.

I was packing up my bathroom stuff when Eddie paused his game.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “Look, bro... I’m sorry, I don't mean to be harsh on you. It’s just... whatever Larkin’s doin’ to you, it's just fuckin’ wrong, okay? And it kills me that you’re just letting it happen.”

“I like it,” I pouted. “He’s nice to me. He makes me feel good.”

“Yeah, but this doesn’t end in ‘happily ever after’, you know?” Eddie said, looking me straight in the eye. He gave me a long look trying to figure out... something I guess. “You don't really understand, do you?” he said sadly.

“Dude, Sam’s a good guy,” I shrugged. “He gives me free pills and he wants to give me like a free room and stuff.”

“He’s using you like a sex doll,” Eddie said.

“So?” I grinned. “I like sex.”

“But he’s using you like... fuck man, I feel like this is all my fault. If I hadn’t brought you to that party, you’d still be straight.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I’m so much better now. Eddie, I’m like... totally hot.”

My phone buzzed.

“Sam’s here!” I cheered, clapping my hands together. “Wanna help me load up the truck?”

“Uh... I think I'm gonna slip out,” Eddie said, sounding tired. “Look Grant, I’ll see you around okay. I just can’t be here right now. I’ll say something I regret and I really need my job in Larkin’s lab...”

“Okay bud,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll come back soon. I love your cock so much...”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Yeah. Bye Grant.”

“Bye!” I said with a wave.

A minute later there was a knock at the door. It was Sam and Tyler. Tyler was wearing this totally hot pair of track pants that really showed off his ass and a tight white tank top with a hood on it. Sam wasn't really dressed to work, but that's okay, he could be the brains, Tyler and I were the muscle.

“Okay Grant,” Sam said with a smile. “Let's go.”

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We stacked my boxes in a storage room, down in Sam’s basement. He says all that stuff is from my old life, before I got reborn into like... the real me. He says I don’t need all those baggy t-shirts and dumb posters and boring textbooks.

Instead Sam took me upstairs to my new room. Tyler and him spent a bunch of the week decorating it. He says he knew I'd move in eventually, right after I came back to steal another pill.

My room is so pink. I love it.

The walls are a really light pink, and there's a big window that looks down on the backyard. There’s a big mirror too, so I can pose and look at my body and practice looking sexy.

The bed is big – it’s a queen sized bed, cuz Sam says a queen like me deserves it. It’s got big fluffy pillows and a thick bedspread and a bunch of christmas lights hanging above it. It’s so pretty. Sam says it's pretty and colourful, just like me.

And the closet... the closet is full of so many clothes. Some of them used to be Tyler’s, some of them Sam bought just for me. They're all so bold and bright... I got hard just looking at them.

“I’m going to go downstairs and read for a while,” Sam said.

“You’re like... so smart,” Tyler laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he left. “I’m gonna hang with Grant.”

“This is so cool,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“For sure,” Tyler grinned. “I’m gonna get outta these clothes. A good himbo hates to be overdressed.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said, enjoying his abs as he stripped off the tank top. A second later his track pants were on the floor too, leaving Tyler in bare skin and a bright red thong.

“Mmmm... that’s better,” he purred.

“You’re so hot...” I said, staring at his body.

“You’re totally hot too,” Tyler said, walking over and flipping on the TV. It was an old one – like one of the ones that’s a big glass box. The screen warmed up slowly, showing pictures of hot young men, laughing and playing around a pool. There was a weird hum coming from the speaker.

“A good himbo hates to be overdressed,” a voice said as the camera zoomed in on a young blond guy wearing a speedo.

“What’s this?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off it.

“Huh? Oh, it's just for background noise,” Tyler said with a shrug. “I don’t like it too quiet. They’re like... all over the house. Just flip one on whenever, they all play this channel.”

“Cool,” I said, staring at a young black man diving into the pool.

“A good himbo only wants to have fun,” the voice said.

“Isn’t that like... totally distracting?” I asked.

“Who cares?” Tyler asked lightly. “It’s sexy. Don’t you like being sexy?”

“Yeah,” I giggled, forgetting about it. “I love being sexy.”

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After Tyler and I finished making out, we headed down to the kitchen. Tyler says Sam likes his supper at 6 o’clock sharp.

“Do you know how to cook?” Tyler asked, putting on a red apron over his thong. I grinned – I liked the way his bare back and ass hung out of the back. I glanced around, hoping to find one that would match my own baby blue thong.

“Sorry babe,” Tyler said, reading my mind. “But there’s a pink one hanging over there for you.”

I stuck out my bottom lip and pretended to pout. I still hurried over and tugged on my apron, enjoying the way it pressed against my bulge.

“Mmmm, lookin’ good,” Tyler said, enjoying the view.

I stuck out my tongue and gyrated my hips.

“Now, do you know how to cook?” he asked.

Right, I forgot he asked that.

“Not really,” I shrugged. “Like I can make pasta and stuff.”

“Okay, so you and I have baked chicken and brown rice and salad for supper,” he said, pulling a package of chicken from the fridge. “And Sam has ordered a medium-rare steak with a side of green beans and some french bread. He always puts in his order the day before, and I go shopping for it in the morning.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding along.

“Pay close attention,” Tyler said. “I’m gonna show you how to steam the green beans.”

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I burnt four steaks that week, but by Friday I was cooking like a pro. Baked chicken, brown rice, and salad for me and Tyler. Steak and some side dishes for Sam. Tyler was letting me take charge in the kitchen, only sticking around to help provide directions for the side dishes or keeping me company while I washed the dishes.

I liked being good at something. After years of stress at school and summer jobs, I loved the satisfaction of being appreciated.

I liked the way Sam smiled when I served him at the table. I liked the way he grabbed my ass when I was washing dishes. I liked the way he put his arm over me in the evenings, letting me cuddle up on one side while Tyler cuddles on the other. Sam likes to watch these boring documentaries, but it’s okay, I’m just happy to be near him.

A good himbo likes being appreciated.

Sam likes to cum before he goes to bed. He’s fucked me three times this week and let me suck him once. I think Tyler’s a little jealous of all the attention I’m getting. But it’s okay, I’m making sure Tyler gets some attention too. After Sam goes to bed we stay up and watch our show – this reality TV thingy called ‘Straight to the Top’ – and then Tyler lets me take his cock. Down my throat or up my ass, it doesn’t matter to me, a good himbo always wants cock.

Then I go to my bed and stare at the twinkling lights until I fall asleep. Tyler has his own room too – his is themed with pastels – though most nights he sleeps with Sam.

Then we wake up at 5 AM and head to the gym together. A good himbo works out everyday. I like to wear these little pink rugby shorts and a white compression top. Tyler is less modest – he’s seriously into stringer tanks.

Everything was perfect.

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Almost perfect. I still had to go to college.

I was sitting in my ‘History of Marketing’ class trying to pay attention. The prof was droning on about some super boring shit – like who cares about how people decide on toothpaste? I was slumped in my chair and daydreaming about cock.

The guy... the one who’s not the teacher but he pretends he’s the teacher? He was walking around and returning our latest pop quiz. He slapped mine down beside me and glared.

“7%” it said in angry red ink. “SEE ME AFTER CLASS.”

I didn’t go see him. I headed home right after the bell. I still had like three classes, but shit like this is super stressful. A good himbo avoids stress.

Sam wouldn’t be home for a few hours, so I went for a run and then took a long bath. By the time Tyler got home from the yoga studio, I was sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of green tea. Sam says it’s loaded with anti-accidents and that’s gonna keep me looking young.

“Hey babe,” Tyler said, hanging up his leather jacket and peeling off his tank. “Why so sad?”

“I got a bad grade,” I pouted, holding out the quiz while Tyler tugged off his jeans. I liked that pair, they really showed off his ass, plus the ripped up knees were super stylish. I was studying yesterday, and the magazine I looked at said ripped jeans are totally in this season. It didn’t really matter though – a good himbo hates to be overdressed, and Tyler looked hot in his lime green jockstrap.

“Mmmm, yeah baby, don’t worry about this,” he said, glancing at my grade and putting the paper back on the counter. “Nobody expects us to be smart, okay? Nobody expects you to be Einstein or whatever.”

I heard the front door swing open. Sam was home.

“Hello?” he called curiously. Normally Tyler and I see him drive up and meet him by the door.

“We’re in the kitchen,” Tyler called out. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said quietly.

“Won’t Sam be mad at me?” I asked nervously. “I mean... he likes it when I make him proud, doesn’t he?”

“Hey boys, what’s going on in here?” Sam asked, stepping into the kitchen and looking at us curiously. He was still wearing his shoes and winter coat.

“Grant got a bad grade,” Tyler said, handing the paper over to Sam. “He’s worried you’re gonna be mad with him.”

“Hey, Grant,” Sam said, sitting gently on the stool next to me. “Look at me, okay?”

I raised my eyes and looked at Sam’s thoughtful face. Fuck, I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. I hoped he wouldn’t make me go away.

“Grant, listen to me,” Sam said, staring deep into my eyes. “All I want is for you to be a good himbo, okay? I want you to lift and flex and fuck and dance. You don’t need to pretend you’re smart for me.”

“Okay...” I said, feeling the knot in my stomach release. "I guess... I’m really good at fucking,” I smiled.

“Yeah you are,” Tyler said, pulling a package of chicken from the fridge.

“Thank you Tyler,” Sam said, glancing at his boyfriend with appreciation. Tyler blushed. A good himbo likes to be appreciated. “Would you mind making supper today? I’m going to take Grant upstairs and talk.”

San led me up the stairs, holding my hand and tugging me towards his bedroom.

“C’mon,” he said gently. “You are I are gonna talk.”

Sam sat me on the bed, then took a few minutes to get himself ready. He came back with just his underwear, a tight pair of black boxer-briefs that made my mouth water.

“So Grant, how’s school going?” he asked.

“Um...”

“Are you having fun?” Sam asked, groping at his bulge.

“Uh... no, not really,” I said, mirroring him. “I guess I’m like... it’s hard.”

“How is it hard?”

“Well... like my profs keep saying stuff and I don’t get it,” I admitted. “Like... I remember this class used to be easy but it got really hard.”

“You know Grant, now that you’re a himbo, some things are going to be harder,” Sam said gently.

I laughed, taking a look at my rock hard cock. I was wearing a pair of pink briefs and they were barely holding it in.

“Not like that,” Sam chuckled. “But good joke.”

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“I was thinking Grant, maybe school is too hard for you now,” Sam said, stepping forward and gesturing for me to stand up.

“Yeah... it’s really hard,” I agreed.

“Maybe you should drop out of college,” Sam suggested. “It’s your choice, absolutely your choice, but I don’t think you’re smart enough for college anymore.”

He hooked his thumbs inside my briefs and slid them down my well muscled legs.

“But...” I said. I mean... I know I’m not so smart, not when I’m on the pills... but don’t I want a degree? I’m almost done.

“But what?”

“But... like... if I work really hard...” I said. It was hard to think with Sam stroking my cock like that.

“Do you think you can focus on school?” Sam asked gently, giving me a firm kiss and letting his tongue explore my mouth. “Why did you get that bad grade?”

“I dunno...” I said distracted. “I guess I didn’t study.”

“Because you’re too horny to study,” Sam suggested, taking hold of my hips and turning me around. “You’re a good himbo, aren’t you Grant?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning and bending over the bed until my elbows touched. “I’m a really good himbo.”

“Do you like to be appreciated Grant?” Sam asked, slipping his cock inside me.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “A good himbo likes to be appreciated.”

“Do they appreciate you at college?”

“No,” I said, feeling my cock bounce against the bed. “They like... it’s so boring.”

“And you like to have fun?”

“Yeah,” I grunted. “A good himbo only wants to have fun.”

“Like the gym?” Sam asked. He was really working me now. His cock was sliding in and out, hard and fast.

“That’s right! A good himbo works out everyday!” I gasped.

“Cause working out isn’t stressful, right?” Sam his hands gripping my shoulders. “It sounds like college is really stressful.”

“Yeah,” I moaned. “A good himbo avoids stress...”

“So what do you like about college?” Sam asked, his breathing heavy. “Do you like dressing up for class?”

“No!” I said, shaking my head automatically. “A good himbo hates to be overdressed.”

“And you’re a good himbo, right?” Sam moaned. “You’re a good himbo.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling his cock flood my ass with his hot cum. Fuck, I love that feeling. I love cock. I love cock. I love... oh my god I love cock. “Yeah, I’m a good himbo.”

“I don’t think you’re smart enough for college,” Sam said again. “I think you’re too horny to study.”

I felt my cock pulse, emptying my balls. I moaned, collapsing as Sam pulled out his cock.

“Well, look at that,” he said. “It’s a metaphor.”

“I’m like... waaaay too horny to study,” I moaned, my face mashed against a pillow. “And like... it’s stressful and boring and I could be working out instead!”

“But I thought you were smart enough to study!” Sam said, climbing onto the bed beside me and looking surprised.

“No!” I protested. “No, I’m not! I’m not smart enough for college!”

“So what are we going to do about this?” Sam asked, picking up my failed quiz from the side table.

“I wanna quit,” I said. “Please, can I quit college? I wanna drop out.”

“Okay,” Sam said cautiously. “If that’s your choice.”

“It is,” I said, nodding my head eagerly. It made total sense. I was too dumb for college, but I’m such a good himbo. I should focus on being a himbo.

We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath. I felt good... I felt like Sam had solved my problem.

“Supper will be ready soon,” Sam said. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you go to your room and clean up?”

“Okay,” I said, rolling off the bed. I was covered in drying cum. Mmm... I love that.

I padded back to my room, my briefs hanging from one hand. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I entered. Wow, I looked hot. Just a total slut, headed home after getting his ass used.

I dropped my briefs in the hamper, then continued to flex and pose in front of the mirror. I loved the way the dry cum reflected the light. I gave myself a dopey grin, brushing shaggy blond hair out of my dopey eyes.

I should get a haircut. Like... all the guys in our TV show have super tight haircuts. I’m not gonna be a student anymore – time to grow up and act like an adult! No more hoodies and sweat pants for me. I’m gonna wear compression shorts and stringer tanks!

Yeah... without school I’d have like... so much more time to look hot.

I took a shower and sadly rinsed away the cum. I couldn’t wait until the next time Sam used my ass. Mmmm... I was getting hard just thinking about it.

Then I could smell Sam’s steak cooking downstairs, so I got dry and slipped into a yellow jockstrap I really like. I got distracted posing again, at least until Tyler called for me.

Supper was great. I love baked chicken and brown rice and salad. And then we all watched a movie together. Sam took Tyler up to the bedroom for once, so I made us some popcorn and waited to start our show. Tyler smelled like fresh sex when he came downstairs, I couldn’t help but be turned on.

The next day I marched right over to the university and dropped out of my degree. There were all sorts of forms to fill out and the guy at the counter kept asking if I was sure.

“Yeah,” I kept saying, pushing my hair aside and flexing my bicep. I caught him staring every time. “I thought I was smart enough for college, but I’m just like... too horny to study.”

It was almost lunchtime when he finished, so I convinced him to take an early lunch and fuck me in the back office.

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A few weeks later, Sam forgot some papers at home. He texted me and asked me to bring them to his office, so I stopped the ‘learn to dance’ video I was watching and went to gather them up.

Mmmm... I hate leaving the house. I mean, it’s okay if it’s Tyler and I going to the gym – the gym’s hot in it’s own way – but stuff like this isn’t sexy. And I have to wear so many clothes when I go out there!

But Sam needed his papers, so I stuffed myself into a pair of faded jeans that squeezed my ass tight and a dark purple stringer. I even added a white leather jacket, because it’s getting cold in December. I considered a backwards ball cap – I know I look super hot in one – but I decided to leave my perfectly gelled blond fauxhawk alone.

I found Sam in his lab on the campus.

“Hey babe,” he said, smiling when he saw me. “Did you remember the papers?”

I laughed and handed over my messenger bag. The papers from his desk were safely inside.

“Perfect,” he said, shuffling through them. “You can go now.”

“Okay,” I said happily. A good himbo likes being appreciated.

I took back my bag and was almost out the door when I heard my name from across the room.

“Grant!?” Eddie called out. “Is that you?”

“Oh, hey bro!” I said, turning and giving him a big grin. Eddie was looking cute, dressed in a grey polo shirt and a lab coat.

“You uh... you’ve been working out,” he said, staring at my chest. I like this stringer cause it really shows off my gains.

“For sure bro,” I said. “A good himbo works out everyday.”

“And you’re... yeah, I guess you are,” Eddie said, giving me a kinda sad look. I felt bad for the guy. It seemed like he was sad all the time.

“We haven’t fucked in like... forever,” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah...” Eddie said nervously. “Look dude... I rented out your room, but if you wanna come home, I’ve got lots of room in my bed...”

I laughed. Why would I need to go home. I already live at home!

“Bro, I’m down to fuck,” I promised. “But like... I live with Sam and Tyler. I can’t leave bro. Who’s gonna do Sam’s laundry? Or cook him supper?”

“Man... so you’re just his houseboy,” Eddie sighed.

“And his whore,” I giggled. “Sam fucks me like... all the time.”

“Bro...” Eddie said, lowering his voice. “Look... this isn’t good, okay? I can help you. I want to help you. Sometimes I think I’m the only one who can.”

“Eddie, don’t be silly,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I’m just like... really happy, okay?”

“Dude, listen to me, I don’t know his endgame, but look at yourself. You used to be a smart guy. Kinda stressy, but totally normal. Now you’re dressed like a cheap hooker and acting like a ditzy housewife.”

“Relax Eddie,” I said. “And girl, ain’t none of this cheap.”

“Grant, are you still there?” Sam called from the other side of the lab.

“Excuse me,” I giggled, leaving Eddie behind and jogging over to his desk.

“Hi Sam,” I said happily. “Sorry, I got talking to Eddie about some stuff. He like... thinks I’m not happy at our house.”

“It’s okay Grant,” Sam said, nodding slowly. “Why don’t you invite Eddie over for supper tomorrow?”