Chapter 5

When you're a high school student, you're supposed to sleep late on Saturdays, after those great Friday night parties. For once, I'd actually had something deserving of the name, if admittedly a private one. Nonetheless, I woke up early, but for once, I wasn't grumpy about it in the least. As a matter of fact, I felt gooood. It felt good to be wanted, the sort of power I'd never dreamed of having.

Not that I had any illusions about Tiffany and what she wanted from me. At least it wasn't money or devises made to order, not that she knew about either of those aspects of mine. I meant to keep it that way, too. The money, at least, was starting to pile up. Soon, I'd have to start splitting into several online accounts and racking up some gambling losses, or they'd notice me.

Full of energy, I started working right away, working hard enough that my stomach complained bitterly after not quite two hours. Getting lazy again, I swiped a tray of sushi, and taking a break, looked in on Tiff. She was sprawled on her bed, still asleep, hair wild, limbs askew and a bit of escaped drool staining her pillow. Still, all I could think was 'Yummy', and set to work waking her up the sexy way. Taking a leisurely breakfast while teaching Emily to use chopsticks and torturing-teasing Tiffany into spine-bending orgasms was more than a bit surreal. Do all mutant manifestations twist up your life into impossible, unpredictable weirdnesses, or was I unique? Because if this was week one, I was afraid to see what year one would end as. I wasn't sure I'd even recognize myself - for sure, the baseline I used to be seemed light years distant.