65 Class of wrecks (1/2)
Monday 08 December (Jessica Benson's small country house)
07h00am
”This car doesn't seem reliable at all, so be careful on the road.”
”Don't listen to that old woman who probably drives a van, though, she's right, don't drive too fast and look in your rearview mirror and don't forget to turn on your headlights.”
”Adam, on campus you'll probably see a lot of beautiful girls but don't go to them. Think that here I look forward to seeing you and you will know that these young women are just decorations that are just good for capturing your eyes for a few moments.”
”True, don't look at those student bitches. Think of your sublime fiancée who will spoil you so much tonight that you'll end up on your kneecaps.”
”Adam, after I introduce myself to Elite Los Angeles, I'll come to lunch with you. Therefore, try to find a secluded spot so that we can have a nice time just the two of us.”
”What? What game are you playing, old lady? Adam, I have a 2-hour break this lunch break during which I usually get bored, but now we'll have lunch together. There's a nice hotel near UCLA, so I'll book a suite for the year just for the two of us. I feel that our meals will be really delicious.”
”Adam, don't listen to this little girl with no experience, who only knows how to give you a very limited pleasure. You need a real woman who introduces you to the pleasure of sex and not a virgin who still plays with her fingers.”
”Bitch, Adam has a lot of fun with my young, wrinkle-free body, unlike yours which is full of stretch marks and fat in the wrong places.”
”With your little breasts? I don't see how Adam could even enjoy anything.”
”And you, do you want to talk about your case? Old woman, you're almost thirty years old but you're banging an 18-year-old boy who's already engaged. Do you think it's more glorious or do you just like stealing from other people's men?”
Adam, who watches this verbal game in the form of a ping-pong game, found it amusing at first, but the two women have been fighting for 10 minutes and when he finds himself yawning, he understands that the show is boring and that it is time for him to slip away quietly. Picking up his new plain navy blue bag, Adam opens the door of the hall without the 2 harpies, too busy arguing, even noticing his disappearance. Outside, his eyes directed towards the still dark sky, he is a little apprehensive about this new school year. How long has it been since he last set foot in a classroom? Without even mentioning that, he didn't understand anything in class during the time he spent at school. Sighing and judging that his stupidity has certainly not turned into intelligence, he heads for the driveway where his new car awaits him.
”I heard the engine of his car. Let's hope our little comedy allowed him to think of something other than his old school results.”
”You're right, old woman. This time we cooperated. So I invite you to my table for breakfast, but don't take it out of habit.”