"I used to practically live on that thing." He said, gesturing to the Blackberry laying idle on the table. It was crazy how much he had done on that, but business and his father no longer controlled him.
"It helps deal with my mother and other bitchy women though, not having to face them." Which he was certain most any guy appreciated. There was less chance of being smacked and more ability to laugh at the stupid argument when one wasn't seen doing it. "But some things are a whole lot better face to face." Like the dirty text messages and pictures he'd gotten.