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Come evening she was right where she belonged, in our bed, pressed tightly to my side, her head resting on my shoulder and her hands placed lightly on my chest. She needed to get that through her stubborn, thick, little skull. No matter how mad I get with her, I hated hurting her, but she needed to learn her place. To avoid confrontation, I slipped out from under her. She would find a way to blame her sleeping habits on me. Giving her one last glance and a light kiss on the forehead, I went to jump in a long, cold shower.
“Ethan, do you have a computer?” I heard McKayla yelling from the bed. She’s up.
“Maybe, why?”
“Do you have internet?”
“Maybe, why?”
“I need to check my messages,” she shouted angrily. “Or is that freedom taken away too.”
John, can you bring a lap top with you on your way up here? There had to be somebody with a slave up who needed to eat.
Got it, he said, too cheery for this time.
Thanks.
By the time I walked out of the bathroom, McKayla was already glued to the computer. I walked past her and she quickly shut the top, glaring at me. “It’s private.” I shook my head, and went to the closet to get dressed.
“Nobody can get you out of here,” I shouted, in case that’s what was so private. She began laughing hysterically, I poked my head out and she quickly shut the top again. I threw on a pair of pants, and smiled to myself, then quickly sprinted out of the closet stopping behind her. She was reading a joke about angels. Then I saw in the corner of the screen a bunch of boxes one box with Laura’s name. All the boxes were talking about the new hype in Wisconsin. I quickly shut the computer.
“I wasn’t done checking my mail,” she protested, rudely.
I pulled up the chair next to her and sat down. “I don’t like them, especially Laura,” I said, rudely. “Maybe you should inform your friends speed is illegal.”
“They didn’t say anything about speed.”
“I may be behind in times, but I’m not stupid, hype, hyper, and speed, all the same damn thing.”
McKayla opened the computer up and typed, ttyl in each box, whatever that meant I’m sure it wasn’t good, but they all typed back ok. I watched as she opened her inbox and there were over two hundred messages.
“Do you even shop there,” I said, referring to an ad she was reading.
“Maybe,” she said.
“So who are buying male enhancements for?”
“My boyfriend,” she said with a straight face.
“That’s a good sign,” I said, sarcastically. I reached over and deleted that message for her.
“You’ll be sitting here for a while,” she warned, continuing to go through them all. About an hour and half later she was done and went to another page. There were fifty three messages there, twenty-two events and a hundred notifications.
