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The next run-in I had with Brandy was a couple of days later, on a Saturday. It was around 8 p.m., and I was home alone. Trent had left—apparently, he, Brandy, and some friends had a private table at a hot new club that was opening. I was just happy to have the TV and living room to myself after a long week of work. I was in my sweats with a pint of ice cream when the door clicked open and Trent and Brandy walked in, looking fabulous. She was in a super sexy, short dress with her cleavage bulging out and those super expensive high heels with the red bottoms. The dichotomy between them and me, in my grubby sweatpants with my pint of ice cream, made me immediately self-conscious.
“Hey, buddy, I spilled a damn soda on my shirt. Just gotta make a quick change,” Trent said as he ran up to his room, leaving me alone with Brandy. She sauntered over and sat in the sofa chair with a big smile.
“So, Timmy, no hot date for Saturday, I see? Just you and the ice cream?”
“Uh, er, no,” I awkwardly said, as she sat comfortably, swinging her crossed leg, reveling in my discomfort. She looked over toward the TV.
“What are you watching?”
“Uh, er, it’s Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.”
She laughed. “Jesus, Timmy, you definitely have the movie tastes of a 40-year-old virgin.”
I got red-faced and just awkwardly looked around as this 20-year-old mocked me, and I did nothing. Luckily, Trent came down at that moment.
“Hey, babe, you ready?”
“I guess so, even though I would like to play with little Timmy some more,” she said, while standing up to clutch Trent’s arm.
Just when they were about to leave and leave me alone in my humiliation, Trent turned back.
“Hey, Tim, you’re doing the laundry tonight, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I was planning on it.”
“Awesome. Any chance you could throw an iron on that white linen shirt I have? We’re going to a wine tasting tomorrow afternoon, and I was hoping to wear it.”
Brandy then interjected, “Wait, he does your laundry for you?” she said, chuckling.
“Well, I couldn’t figure out the damn machines here, so he offered to help me out.”
“Oh, do girlfriends count?” she asked, rubbing his chest. “We were gonna have to leave early and drop off my stuff at my parents’ so their maid could do it. But if Timmy could do it, we could spend the morning in bed.”
“Hey, bud, any chance you could help a bro out with that?” Trent asked.
“I promise it’s not too much, Timmy. It’s in Trent’s trunk,” Brandy said, resting her head on his shoulder.
Of course, me being spineless, I just said, “Sure,” and followed the gorgeous couple to the driveway as Trent popped the trunk. I was shocked to see four huge baskets of laundry. Was I really expected to do all this for her? Trent seemed kind of in a hurry and actually came around and started unloading them as I stood there, dumbfounded.
“Uh, is all this her stuff?” I asked, which Brandy heard from the front seat.
“Oh, it’s not that much, Tim. I’m sure you can find time during your busy Saturday night of ice cream and movies,” she said, dismissing me with a wave.
I just sat there like a loser as Trent got in the car and started backing out. Then he stopped, and the window came down.
“Oh, and don’t forget my lingerie is expensive and needs to be hand-washed, Timmy,” she said, blowing me a mocking kiss. She started chuckling to Trent as the car sped off.