When Brad walked into the den, he found someone already sitting at the computer. “What’s going on?” he asked.
The high-backed chair turned around, and there sat Shane. “Sorry, Mr. Weir, Meiko told me it would be okay to check my Facebook on here.”
”Actually, it’s not,” said Brad. “I had a program running that’s, uh, very powerful, so I need you to, uh...”
A quizzical expression came over Shane’s face as Brad was talking, and then he quickly turned around and hit something on the computer’s keyboard.
Brad couldn’t remember what he was saying. He instead slumped down into the sofa that sat in the den. “You can go ahead and do whatever you need to do,” he told Shane. “I’ll wait.”
”Hey, thanks,” said Shane. “I was hoping you’d be agreeable. I might want to get some advice from you, too, since you’re a lot more experienced than me.”
”At that program?” asked Brad.
”At life!” exclaimed Shane. “Well, really, at women and stuff. I mean, Meiko was my first -- I guess she’s been the first of most of the guys at school -- but for you to get someone like Meiko’s mom, wow, you must have been a stud way back when.”
”Uh, I did all right,” said Brad. That wasn’t really the case, though. Two sets of memories were colliding in his brain, one where he married a decent-looking girl from his hometown right after high school when he got her pregnant, and the other where he married a foreign exchange student after her high sex drive had led her to fuck every guy in school, then declare him the best lay following the “competition,” and he’d desperately wanted to hold on to her. Either way, though, Tiffani had been his one and only.
”So what do you think I should do first with this program?” asked Shane.
Brad was a bit surprised at the answer that came out of his mouth.