Chapter 15: A Little Help from My Friends

John's POV

"I don't want to hear about it, John," Rich groaned in frustration. "I told you not to do this in the first place. You made your bed, now sleep in it."

"That's fair, I guess, but I need your help." John handed a glass of Scotch to his friend.

"Fine, just leave out the gory details, please, for my sake. I want to still be able to plead some kind of innocence to this."

John grinned. "I mean some of it's pretty good," he shrugged.

"Ew, John, I changed my mind, I'm not listening to this."

"Okay, okay, sorry." John settled back into the wingback chair in Rich's living room. "Just. Please."

Rich steepled his fingers together, then folded them in his lap. "Fine. Hit me with it."

"I don't want to stop where this is headed. But I'm afraid I'm holding her back."

"Holding her back from what?" Rich asked.

"People her own age," John shrugged.

"Okay, well you are doing that. So, problem solved I guess," Rich answered.