It was never about Justin at all, you tit. I don't know anything more about him than you'd just told and that was all about his kissing a girl and liking it more than a little bit.

You, though, I know about. And it was a strange limit for you of all people to put on the phrase, when everyone in the Order are looking forward to the holiday party just to find out whether you've got yourself out or in deeper with Terri. Or Paul. Or both. Or someone new--girl, boy, or pup--you've picked up in the beer garden.

Want to know how the wagers are running?