GITJ Post 300: A Monday After, p2

“We’re going to need allll the gory details,” Randi had said, making my heart stop there, for a second. Jesus, good, I realized, she wasn’t talking to me. M had been telling us about - alllllll about - how she spent her Sunday with him: ‘Painting’: suuuuure.

“…and Omigod girls,” Melissa was saying, adjusting her hair so the cameras could get a scan of her long neck and throat, “you should have seen the way his eyes popped out when I flexed up my muscles.” She was recalling her afternoon yesterday with him. “He could hardly talk..!”

"And what's the problem?” Randi laughed back, "It sure sounds like you got his attention. I say go for more. When are we going back to the gym together?”

“Oh god I haha honestly can’t wait. I was there this morning, going back tonight,” Melissa laughed back, “and I can’t wait to be with him again either…”

So we were here, Monday morning, at this shoot for the sculptor; I still can’t believe how insane the new office’s entryway is going to be. M was in the dress they got for her, Randi doing pics herself for social media while the other cameras took measurements. Melissa was recounting - giving Randi the ‘gory details’ - what the two of them did yesterday. We all knew it, and knew exactly how many times. Some of the girls had been at the rally while I’d been doing - as much as I could - damage control for whatever the hell happened to me on Saturday night…speaking of ‘gory details’. Blood is so hard to get out of lace. And it was all I could do to control myself and not jump out the window and go hunt again when the new surges came that afternoon. I'm actually kinda freakin’ out. Do I tell anyone? That I think I might be the one the police are looking for? Maybe I should wait ‘til after the election tomorrow. Things are sure to get weird anyway and maybe this sort of thing won’t haha be as big a deal. I actually kinda liked the news story I saw from that one place. ‘Harpy’ has kind of a nice ring to it lololol…

“Hey so anyway, Randi,” I said, taking her aside as M began posing again for figure measurements across the room with the photographer, who was now using some sort of laser, “We have to talk about these emails he’s been getting. This Anderson guy sounds like he’s on the run, now he wants J to join him.”

“Marisela, seriously,” Randi replied, “King Twerp’s not going anywhere…” She nodded over at M, who cut a striking figure under the studio lights, posing, arms high above her head. Whenever I thought maybe I was getting too big, too busty, I only had to look at Melissa. The woman’s body was becoming absolutely insane. “Look what he’s got waiting for him at home here…”

Christ she’s a goddess.

“But, uh should we tell Melissa about this?”

“Mmm maybe not…” Randi answered me, “you know how she gets.”

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300 entries in this thing? I can barely believe it myself. Thank you so much to readers, both the ones that have been following from the beginning and all the newly anointed too. 

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