I can protect you

When I was still in the reconcile room, I could say I spent seventy-percent of trying to give the girls lessons, fifty more percent being horny, and the other watching the door. I was expecting a certain red-haired petite girl to open them.

But Carrie didn't. She also not picking up her phone. I tried it a few seconds ago and now I think she will never answer my call. Maybe it's because she doesn't like me. Or maybe she died. Who knows, both are possible.

Oh, this doesn't seem like me, talking in the past tense. I'm not living in the past, yet. Who knows if somehow the gods want me to live like that. But now I'm in the present (or so I think.) Okay let's start it over again. I am standing outside of the reconcile room and together with my two favourite teenage girls in the hallway.