“Your dad found out about you and Heather…” She said in her monotone voice.

“Heather?” I thought about Heather. I had a sudden mental block out.

“Christ, please don’t tell me you don’t remember Heather… the one that you fucked her brains out in her sister’s office and she fucking caught you two…” She said.

“Oh… Heather…” I said. Ahh… sweet Heather. I remembered who exactly who she was. Heather Peabody is the illegitimate daughter of Peggy Peabody and the lovely little sister of Helena Peabody. Heather Peabody is this young, fresh, and sexy as hell and that accent could turn anybody on. I heard that her father is some Latino pool boy that Peggy hooked up with once summer. The effect of that is this beautiful half Latino and half English mix that were just stunning on the eyes. I saw her at a club and I was strung out high, even with my blurry vision I knew I had to get my hands on her. And I did.

“Is he pissed?” I asked Jenny, with me grinning on the other hand.

“Is he pissed?? Is he pissed?? He nearly shot two of his own guys… let me tell ya something, don’t fucking call him… he’s in a rampage…” Jenny said vastly.

“What’s the big fucking deal?? It was just sex…. Christ…” I said through the phone.

“Sex… for you it was…” Jenny said. Now, I really don’t understand what was going out.

“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on….” I said to her.

“Heather Peabody just strolled into your place and into your dad’s office… looking fucked like she hasn’t slept for two weeks and crying… and she were asking for you…. Where you were, why you didn’t return her call… Now, think about it Shane… you have a fucking Peabody in your compound crying and totally fucked in the head and talking to your dad… asking about you…” She said.

“Fuck…” I said quietly. I didn’t know this side of Heather. Yes, we had the casual strings of sex for nearly a year. But it was just that… sex, good fucking sex that is.