Ok well, this is the second part, still a slow burn long read with less action, if you are after professional edited quality please seek elsewhere, I ran it through Grammarly but as no one wants to edit/proofread so there will be errors.
Hot Damn did that happen? I mean did I really get a BlowJob from my StepMother last night! The most hated person in my entire world! Fuck my Life is getting strange.
These thoughts were flying through my brain as I was swimming in the freezing Ocean, so yes maybe I should have paid extra for the thermal suit! But hell maybe I was just getting soft what with all the cushy aspects I now found myself getting used to.
This brought me back down to earth rather quickly and I made a point to not buy a thermal wetsuit, In fact maybe push myself a little harder, it would do me no good to go soft.
I was rethinking this strategy not long after as I ate my toast, Gone were the heady days of bacon sausage and eggs, yeah definitely getting soft.
Work was a very enjoyable experience once I was submersed into the day's banter, which just so happened to be about the previous night's wilder aspects and the free drinks they could apparently get used to. It was all fun and games, which as long as the work got done was encouraged as it did seem to cheer everyone else up.
I had a voicemail from an unknown number, which to me was an exciting new development. Ok, I knew I needed to get an actual life, but hey I was too busy for one just yet, maybe when I had a place to sleep I could count on.
The call had been from Amy the angry sexy girl who'd needed help with her duet she had had it changed to Monday and still wanted my help, she was now offering two hundred dollars.
Damn, a blowjob would be cheaper I thought, but what price is self-respect worth these days. Shit ok, I had been unimpressed with my cold cuts sandwich anyhow, what the hell was up with me no longer even receiving leftovers? I mean I hadn't been stingy when I emptied myself down her whore throat, that thought made me smile all the way to the diner, but this buying my dinners was turning expensive.
It would be cheaper to rent a room with a kitchen soon! Then I'd just need to learn to cook and buy all the ingredients, so okay maybe I wasn't that bad off after all.
Amy was waiting for me in a booth alone, I think this was the first time I had ever seen her without her band around her. Huh, somehow she looked smaller alone, less confident I suppose which made her appear cuter, or that could just be because she seemed less angry as I hadn't spoken to her yet.
"Hi, Amy," I said with all the originality I could muster, like I said I was not good with people.
"Hey James, sorry to drag you away from your hectic life," she said smiling, and there was the caustic wit I was used to.
"It's Jim," I said
"I'm sorry?" she replied,
"That's okay but I prefer to be called Jim," I cleared that up pretty well.
"Er no it's James, you are definitely more a James than a Jim! Sorry, not sorry," she said laughing at my now confused expression
"Oh well, What's wrong with Jim?" I asked, okay so This conversation was getting away from me as she just laughed happily at my confusion.
"Well, I know you're going for Jim as in Morrison, but sorry your face your whole self is a James," she said, still bloody laughing.
"Ok well now that you've confirmed why I hate talking to people what do you want?" I asked gruffly, sue me I was sulking.
"Ooo petty anger, shouldn't that be beneath a star such as yourself James?" she asked just mocking me now! So I calmly changed to sit at another booth,
We sat apart for five minutes until after I had ordered in fact, I ordered a steak special which was ten dollars for a twelve-ounce steak, potatoes and steamed vegetables, which I was very much looking forward to.
"Seriously! A little banter and you bail? What kind of friend can't handle jokes?" she said obviously in a huff as she sat down opposite me.
"Well let's see, I have met you twice and you've been rude to me both times, you are only even talking to me, a lowly first year to save yourself from sexual degradation. Oh yeah, and you need My help." I said flat, my voice calm but no longer the nice guy, if I used this side of me then people were generally scared, which Is why I didn't but there was no longer any hint of a smile on my face.
I looked up to see a pale little girl looking at me quaking in her expensive boots, it did not feel good but I wouldn't be walked all over by anyone.
"I-I I'm sorry okay. I was just messing with you," she said quietly,
"My food will be here shortly, I'd rather you didn't spoil it," I said just as quietly but she got the message and left.
To be honest, I felt terrible about the whole situation, but I had learned the hard way not to show any weakness as they would and could be exploited. Dinner however was not ruined and for the price I didn't think it could be beaten anywhere, the steak was tender, juicy and the rest was good enough, vegetables were vegetables really. I would probably need to start factoring in this cost per day, I just couldn't live without the requisite calories unless I cut back on the exercise and my brain couldn't seem to cope without it.
That would mean a drain of at least an additional seventy dollars a week, the diner special would have to do whatever it was.
I was looking to leave when in walked a much shyer version of Amy, head down but determined as she came over to my soon-to-be-vacant table.
"Please may I sit?" she asked very politely,
"Sure I was just leaving anyway, I do hope you enjoy your meal," I replied, ain't falling for that shit.
"Please, I would just like to apologise. Maybe I did act a little strong there, look I need your help and I am willing to pay two hundred dollars to get it," she said seriously.
Just as I was about to turn her down out of petty spite a group of three entitled assholes walked in, they took one look at us and strolled over as if they owned the entire diner. Head asshole sat down next to me smiling at Amy while ignoring me completely,
"Hi Amy, just wanted to let you know that the price has gone up, sex a blowjob and the guys get to watch," he said enjoying it as she squirmed.
My blood ran cold, I fucking detested bullying in any form let alone sexual, this would not end well and I could wind up in jail for assault.
"Who said you could sit down asshole?" I asked quietly, politely even
"What? What did you just say to me?" He spluttered unused to being stood up to.
"Do you even know what I will do to you, boy?" He sneered,
"I'm guessing apologise to me and my friend before leaving," I said softly but my voice was steel, "otherwise you'll be picking your teeth up off the floor and crawling away before I kick you to death, you pathetic piece of shit!" My voice now a growl as my intent was let loose.
His friends took a step back, the posh bullies weren't anything like Academy bullies who were honed on violence, no these weren't used to any pushback whatsoever.
He sat there wide-eyed wondering what the hell to do,
"I fucking hate Bullies! Pathetic spineless pieces of shit who prey on the weak to hide their insecurities." I growled channelling my full Batman voice now by the sound of it, like I said I wasn't always the one in charge.
"So take your sorry entitled ass out of my sight, before I show you what years of actual violence looks like," it wasn't a threat but a deep-seated promise that was being allowed out and it was hungry.
They lost all semblance of bravado in the face of true conviction, almost bowing and scraping as they scrambled away. My fantasy books would have demanded a kowtow, complete subservience but hell this was real life and I didn't think I would get away with it.
The diner hadn't been busy but the total silence was Eery as everyone stared at me, I stood up apologised to a stunned waitress and left, shit that was too much! I would apologise again tomorrow as they were the cheapest decent food place available.
Footsteps approaching had me turn ready to put the idiot in his place, had his courage resurfaced but it was just Amy rushing to catch me up.
"Look sorry about that, text me the details and I will help you tomorrow okay," I said trying to put the ashen-faced girl at ease.
Man, she must have a set of stones on her, I mean she was nervous the second visit to the diner and now she was as scared of me as everybody else had been in there.
"S-sorry," she stuttered trying to keep up as I marched away towards the beach. "That was my fault, I should have handled it better."
"Look I hate bullies!" I shouted feeling guilty as she flinched, "I just need to run for a bit," realising I'd brought my baby with me as I hadn't trusted leaving it at the house.
"I could hold onto it until tomorrow for you," she said helpfully,
