Riley was still getting death glares from a lot of the girls, or so she told me anyway, I didn't see anything. Being married didn't stop them flirting with me and offering to do all sorts of slutty things in the supply closet or in the bathrooms the same as they used to. They seriously didn't get the hint at all, no one compared to Riley, they never did. I had always made it clear to all of the girls I slept with that I wasn't interested in a relationship. Why the hell they still slept with me after I told them that I have no idea, but it never used to put them off at all. If anything it seemed to make them more eager, wanting to be the one that would make me commit to something. Now that I was married though the attention seemed to have doubled, it was like they were determined to split us up. There was no way I was letting that happen though, Riley was my dream girl and I wasn't giving her up for anything in the world. I sat back on the sofa and watched her painting yet another paint sample on the wall of the lounge.
