I’m bringing Dallas to my mom’s house, that’s what I’m doing. I think that we were both much too polite to tell the other that this is a really dumb idea. I’m wondering if he feels the same way as me. That going to Chico is just getting our minds off the fact that EPE is in a printing weekend, and on Monday, our naughty school girl and professor photo shoot will be readily available to anyone willing to pay five dollars. Dallas needs a distraction so much that he’s willing to visit my mother and her crappy apartment. As I drive up the freeway, I tell him, “So my mom thinks that you are my coworker. As far as she knows, I do clerical work for a tech support office. “So… I’m supposed to be like, part of the geek squad?” “Sure,” I say. “You fit the role.” I bite my lip, trying to hide the fact that I’m amused at my own damn joke. “Har har. Hey, just because I am a grad student in biology doesn’t mean that I can’t be hot. Britain seems to think so.” I nod, keeping my eyes on the road.
