College Chastity Choice Game 2

"So, no father?" I tell him

"Yeah, my mom was a drug addict, and she had no idea who made her pregnant"

"Fun. Not that having two parents is always better"

"No?" he says

I decide to open up. He is worse than I am, and this party is a bust. Plus, the guy isn't feeling well.

"It'd say that my father used to beat up my mother when I was growing up, but it's not the whole story, you know?"

"No, I don't"

"Right, she sort of verbally abused him too"

"But it's that like, nothing compared to his hits?"

"Well, ok, let me give you an example. Every few days, she'll put in her mind that we need to eat healthier, and buy an iceberg lettuce head"

"Iceberg?"

"Those that come in a ball, not in a loose leaves?", I reply

"Oh, right. Not a fan", he says

I laugh. "Well, my father neither, so he would tell her he didn't want any."

"Fine"

"But then, she'd yell at him that she is doing it for our health, and that it's fresh"

"Oh, straight to yelling?"

"Straight to yelling. And he would calmly tell her that he doesn't doubt it's fresh. It doesn't change the fact that he is not a rabbit and doesn't eat lettuce"

"Never?"

"Well, not on purpose, so she would tell him he does at McDonald's"

"In burgers?"

"Yeah, he would tell her he doesn't like mustard either, but the pickles help to hide the taste. Plus, the alternative is to not eat at all"

"Seem sensible enough", he says

"Oh, it does, but not to her. She would get into a shouting match to get him to eat the lettuce, which was just cut up and put in a bowl, you know, no tomatoes, cucumbers or salad dressing"

"Right, I wouldn't even touch it if I was starving"

"I know, right? Well, I like iceberg lettuce, but it's not like I am a fan either. It's like, I'll eat it, but I prefer spinach"

"So what would happen?"

"Well, she'd push until he hit her. Usually to get her off his back"

"Every time?"

"No, sometimes he had time to finish and as such, would just leave before losing his cool"

"Did he ever hit you?"

"Twice", I said. "On cases I took my mother's defense"

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that", he said

"Thanks. What about your mom?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call her a mom. She was never there for me", he says

"Oh, so sorry to hear that. She never got clean?"

"Nope, died of an overdose a week before my 18th birthday"

"Holy shit! My sympathies"

"Yeah. Thanks. They put me in the system and realized that with just a week to go, they cut me loose, but our apartment was already foreclosed"

"Fuck, so you ended up homeless?"

"Pretty much"

"Shit. I went there"

"Wait, you did?"

"Yeah, but it's different for hot girls, you know?"

"Shit, do you had to trade sex for a bed?"

"Actually, not even once", I say, laughing oddly

"Really?"

"But it got me no long-term place to stay. I would stall the guys until they kicked me out or pressed too much. I did stay in a domestic violence shelter, but the social worker realized I was just homeless and kicked me out"

"Really?"

"They are always overcrowded and have to turn down actual victims, I can't blame them"

"Did you find a way out?", he asks

"Wait, you didn't?", I said.

"Oh I did, I just..."

"No, you are still homeless, aren't you? Wait, are you crashing just to get some food?"

"No, I got invited"

I sit on the bed.

"I won't turn you in. But if you need a place to crash, I have a couch. Just a couch. Don't even think of getting freaky with me, but I had a friend, Lesly offer me one a few years ago and it's what helped me get on my feet"

"Nice. And you made it?"

"I have my own company, and now, Lesly works for me!"

"Wicked. Don't worry, I won't even try anything."

"Good. So, you never got back on your feet?"

"How? I am not a cute and hot girl", he says, laughing

"Hey"

"No, I am not hitting on you. It's more a comment about me"

"Right."

"I had a few shots, but none really panned out. I mean, It's difficult to get on your feet when you spent your childhood running", he says, oddly fluently.

"I was always good fixing things", I said.

"Wait, did your father break things?"

"Yeah, and sometimes my mother"

"Yuck"

"Well, there was this print shop that closed after its main press broke and they couldn't fix it"

"And you could?", he says, impressed

"Well, here is the thing. Do you know why most businesses close?"

"I have no idea"

"Debt. Even if a company turns a gross profit every month, if it had to repay old debts, it can't survive. So, sneaked in, saw I could repair it, and just put in a bid to buy the lease and the machine"

"You had the money?"

"Oh, I made a $40 bid"

"Wait, you can buy a company for $40?"

"No, you can buy a lease and a machine that is bolted to the floor for $40. The only other bid was for $1"

"I don't get it"

"A lease costs money, and there are plenty of empty places, so you buy the obligation to pay a lease and a broken machine"

"So you fixed it"

"Yeah. And got to pick up an outsourced gig for Staples to pay the lease, and slowly, build up my business"

"Enough to get an apartment?", he says

"Hell no. Not at first. But enough to pay the rent and move a bed in the back store, until I could, you know, hire Lesly who did the design work for custom contracts, and that enabled me to put a nice storefront, get more machines to print and slowly build up a list of clients. Now, I can pay my own apartment"

"That's inspiring", he says

"Listen, are you feeling better?"

"Much better"

"Leslie is busy, did you eat tonight?"

"I got pizza downstairs"

"Oh, I didn't even see it. But I ate before something coming. I sense that you need a shower, let's get you to my house, let you get cleaned and give you a good night sleep"

"Thanks, my name is Kenneth"

"And mine is Candace"

"Thank you Candace"

I smile. He grabs his backpack, and we get into my car. I have a good feeling about this, if he can keep his dick in his pants. If not, I can handle him.