Jamal Banged My Mom! [v0.67a] File

I felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over me. "Care about her? You've been my best friend, and you do this?"

There was a long pause, a silent battle seemingly waged within him. "It's... complicated," he finally said. Complicated. That was a word I had associated with difficult math problems, not the messy entanglements of adult relationships. Jamal Banged My Mom! [v0.67a]

Jamal sighed, setting his cup down. "Your mom and I... we've been talking for a while now. I know it was wrong, but... I care about her." I felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over me

"Don't," I interrupted. "Just tell me it's not true." That was a word I had associated with

Jamal's expression changed in an instant, from calm to alarm. "How did you...?"

As for me and Jamal, our friendship was tested but not broken. It was a bond that, like any, had its share of trials but remained strong enough to withstand the shock.