So I learned how to read the mood, tone, and nonverbal signals people send while they're speaking, which helps me to bridge the gaps from Hardcore the parts I miss by intuitively figuring out on the fly what the missing 40% is *likely* to be." Jordan paused, and watched Kayla carefully. She cocked her head to one side for a moment and pursed her lips, considering his answer. "So does that have something to college do with why you turn up late so often to work?" she shrewdly deduced. "Yeah, I call that the "distracted by bumblebees" effect," he replied, smiling inwardly. She was quick and so damn smart. He looked back at her, and noticed a familiar expression threatening to engulf her face - the sad, almost pitying look that materialized aimed directly at him. God, he hated that look. His fists clenched for a moment, as he took a deep breath and pressed on. "It isn’t all bad. japanese When I'm interested in a conversation or an activity, I can do what people call "hyper-focussing", which basically lets me focus completely on one thing to the exclusion of all others. It's kind of like a superpower, although good luck trying to get my attention for anything else when I’m doing it. I have meds to help my concentration for like 80% of the boring shit I do on a work day, so I'm fine for most things." Kayla's eyes were like glittery emeralds as she processed this information. "So, are you..." "My question, sorry..." Jordan smirked, cutting her off. She scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out at him. He smiled angelically at her. "What part of being spoken to like that did you enjoy the most? As in, what were the reasons why you were reduced to a quivery pile of Kayla jelly by it?" She blushed crimson. God, she was so fucking cute when she was embarrassed, Jordan thought. He felt a twitch in his pants as he watched her embarrassment. His second brain agreed wholeheartedly. "So you have already noticed I don't get told off asian very often for my behavior. Because..." she paused, blushing even harder, "...because I'm cute and bouncy, people tend to let me get away with whatever I want." Jordan's mind immediately went to Bunny, and he snickered and nodded. She continued on. "When I was with you and Sarah, I felt like I was being called on my shit immediately when I stepped out of line, and it forced me to bring out my best behavior." She blushed even harder still. Jordan leaned in, eyes on her. "Okay..." he said, prompting her to continue. "I just...don't feel like I can be my best person when I get everything for free. You two bought that out by making me..." Kayla paused, and raised her head, returning his eye blowjob contact. Her eyes had a glimmer of pride in them that wasn't there before. "By making me accountable. I really...liked that." Jordan paused solemnly for a moment, before dissolving into giggles. “You definitely missed out” I winked at him with a smug grin. They would take me into the Gratoran Desert, and I could live out the rest of my days in the wildlands at the edge of the earth, unknown and uncared for, a toy asian to be used, a broken vessel to be filled, a life without purpose, without hope. “‘Priapus’.” Chuck said. She was munching on some toast with a hardcover book propped against the wall next to her. The bouncer grabbed the drunk's arm and twisted it behind his back then pushed him over a table. She looked down and saw blood running from between her thighs. What a sight. She took long deep breaths trying to compose herself. I will do my best!’ When he looked at me, I answered: I agree Sergeï. You know what that Cologne does to me. " They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small table off to the side and took seats. 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