I grumble.
“If we were in my dreams Red , you’d be naked... and you wouldn’t be bouncing up and down over there, you be bouncing up and down on my...” Ben starts saying before Paul comes up and smacks him upside the head before he can finish the sentence.
“The gutter’s out there!” Paul growls, but he’s smiling.
And that is how the next six weeks go. Ben continues to insinuate himself into my sex life... my non-existent sex life, and I kept giving him the evil comebacks. The banter he obviously craves! I admit that I miss it on those days that I do afternoon shifts, and I miss his smiles. He makes me cranky as all hell, but he also makes me feel a bit alive!
I didn’t miss the other guy that tried it out on me ; tried to tag along and communicate with me alongside Ben a couple of times, but that didn’t last long, before Ben got rid of him with threats of bodily violence.
Ben.
My classes o ver the last six weeks have been absolutely amazing. I’m getting on really well with these young fellas, they’re pretty easy to train... picking up things rather rapidly. I like Silas, he’s a hardarse! He’s briefly explained that he lives with his sister and that his parents are dead, but since he’s rather protective of her, he prefers not to talk about her much. He’s recently divulged that he has bipolar and has to take medications for it. I’m not much for understanding all that stuff, but I know that he’s honest with me... and wants me to know that sometimes he can get out of hand, and that I shouldn’t be complacent about him if he’s acting a bit weird. He gave me a mobile number for his sister written on a card one night as he was winding up, for if anything goes down with him. I meant to ask what her name is, and it’s weird that he keeps leaving that information out. I suppose he really likes to keep her out of his bullshit as much as possible, because he’s hinted at her having to fix things for him a lot, and that he doesn’t like fucking things up for her all the time.
And t hen there’s my time with Jade which is...
Not. Going. Anywhere!
It’s not going any fucking where at all! And yet still I haven’t given up. Why? Why can’t I accept defeat? Because she’s a fucking gorgeous woman and she has single handedly managed to ruin my drive for any other woman I look at... at the present. I hope it’s not a permanent setback, it’s almost like she’s gone and done some voodoo shit on my libido. It’s at full throttle in her presence, and even when I think about her; but with anyone else, it’s permanently set on a mild simmer! Fucking stupid! I’ve gotta have her soon, or my dick will fall off from lack of real use with anything other than my hand! I’ve got to have her and get her out of my God damned system!
Chapter Eight: Twisted innuendo
Ben.
I’ve had to take Mum in to the hospital this Monday morning for a check up with the Oncology staff in the outpatient’s unit, and to get the results from some scans and blood tests. They’d already established that she complete the remaining two cycles of the Xeloda, though they refer to it as capecobana?... capecroana?... oh, no... the nurse has just repeated it... Capecitabine! I was this close! But Mum’s finished with these cycles, they can’t do them anymore. She’s being started on a new medication.
I’ve had to use the wheelchair today for Mum again, because she’s tired, and the walk from the car to the hospital can be quite a long way. She hates being in the wheelchair because, she argues, it makes her look like an invalid.
The nurse goes over her new medications with her. They’ re starting her on Lapatinib.
The doctor turns back around from typing on the computer, explaining what the scan results mean.
“So as you can see,” he points to the screen, “the tumours have remained in place, and they haven’t spread any further, nor have they
“If we were in my dreams Red , you’d be naked... and you wouldn’t be bouncing up and down over there, you be bouncing up and down on my...” Ben starts saying before Paul comes up and smacks him upside the head before he can finish the sentence.
“The gutter’s out there!” Paul growls, but he’s smiling.
And that is how the next six weeks go. Ben continues to insinuate himself into my sex life... my non-existent sex life, and I kept giving him the evil comebacks. The banter he obviously craves! I admit that I miss it on those days that I do afternoon shifts, and I miss his smiles. He makes me cranky as all hell, but he also makes me feel a bit alive!
I didn’t miss the other guy that tried it out on me ; tried to tag along and communicate with me alongside Ben a couple of times, but that didn’t last long, before Ben got rid of him with threats of bodily violence.
Ben.
My classes o ver the last six weeks have been absolutely amazing. I’m getting on really well with these young fellas, they’re pretty easy to train... picking up things rather rapidly. I like Silas, he’s a hardarse! He’s briefly explained that he lives with his sister and that his parents are dead, but since he’s rather protective of her, he prefers not to talk about her much. He’s recently divulged that he has bipolar and has to take medications for it. I’m not much for understanding all that stuff, but I know that he’s honest with me... and wants me to know that sometimes he can get out of hand, and that I shouldn’t be complacent about him if he’s acting a bit weird. He gave me a mobile number for his sister written on a card one night as he was winding up, for if anything goes down with him. I meant to ask what her name is, and it’s weird that he keeps leaving that information out. I suppose he really likes to keep her out of his bullshit as much as possible, because he’s hinted at her having to fix things for him a lot, and that he doesn’t like fucking things up for her all the time.
And t hen there’s my time with Jade which is...
Not. Going. Anywhere!
It’s not going any fucking where at all! And yet still I haven’t given up. Why? Why can’t I accept defeat? Because she’s a fucking gorgeous woman and she has single handedly managed to ruin my drive for any other woman I look at... at the present. I hope it’s not a permanent setback, it’s almost like she’s gone and done some voodoo shit on my libido. It’s at full throttle in her presence, and even when I think about her; but with anyone else, it’s permanently set on a mild simmer! Fucking stupid! I’ve gotta have her soon, or my dick will fall off from lack of real use with anything other than my hand! I’ve got to have her and get her out of my God damned system!
Chapter Eight: Twisted innuendo
Ben.
I’ve had to take Mum in to the hospital this Monday morning for a check up with the Oncology staff in the outpatient’s unit, and to get the results from some scans and blood tests. They’d already established that she complete the remaining two cycles of the Xeloda, though they refer to it as capecobana?... capecroana?... oh, no... the nurse has just repeated it... Capecitabine! I was this close! But Mum’s finished with these cycles, they can’t do them anymore. She’s being started on a new medication.
I’ve had to use the wheelchair today for Mum again, because she’s tired, and the walk from the car to the hospital can be quite a long way. She hates being in the wheelchair because, she argues, it makes her look like an invalid.
The nurse goes over her new medications with her. They’ re starting her on Lapatinib.
The doctor turns back around from typing on the computer, explaining what the scan results mean.
“So as you can see,” he points to the screen, “the tumours have remained in place, and they haven’t spread any further, nor have they
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