Chapter Twelve
Fighter
Tom has been my best friend since the ninth grade. We hung out with a group of jocks, played several sports, worked out together, etc. He was on the wrestling team and did some boxing. Our relationship continues to the present, with Tom being the more aggressive of the two of us. I found him smart, and we had fun hanging out together. Now we are both twenty-eight and working together in an ad agency.
Tom’s a top sales representative, earning one hundred thousand plus. He is also handsome and creative, a sharp dresser, always wearing a well-tailored suit that shows off his slim waist. He wears expensive ties and shoes, makes good money, and spends it all. I am a graphics designer, earning, well, let’s just say less.
Since high school, I have been Tom’s second, c
