I’ve crossed my t’s and dotted my i’s. I haven’t stepped as much as a toe out of line. Things with Aubrey were going pretty good. We were getting extremely close. She still refused to let me in, but I felt like she was at the point that she was ready. I formulated another master plan for the show tonight. I left her to get ready and checked in with Blake. “Hello shithead.” Blake answered. “Hey turdface. Were you able to work something out with what I gave you?” “Yeah, it’s pretty good. Derek’s working on putting the finishing touches on it now.” “Thanks, fucker. I owe you!” “Yeah, you do. When did you turn into such a pansy-ass? Aubrey’s it, huh?” “I guess you could say that. She’s just not like the other girls. You know that she doesn’t expect shit from me. She doesn’t care about the money or the fame.
