keep documentation over the next few firings so we can see what’s up.”
Opening up my fridge and praying I had some sort of edible food, I noticed a small plate with a sandwich, wrapped in clear saran wrap. A handwritten note stabbed with a toothpick said: I figured you would be hungry and I know you’re not taking care of yourself. Don’t make me come over and treat you like a child. I love you. Mom. The toothpick was embellished with a purple star at the top.
Her note and thoughtfulness made me smile. I quickly grabbed my phone and, noticing it was now eleven at night, decided to text instead of call her.
“Yeah, your mom stopped by about two hours ago with dinner for both of us. Makes me wish I grew up in your house,” Jay said as he lightly clapped me on the shoulder and ambled over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“Well, I guess I should thank you for saving me some,” I said with a light chuckle. It was all I could manage with how tired I was.
Jay laughed loudly and said, “Shit. Don’t thank me, thank your mom. She threatened that she would never bring me food again if I ate your sandwich. So, you better let her know I was a good boy.” I totally would have eaten it if she didn’t threaten me with food deprivation.
I definitely know from experience he would have eaten my food had my mom not scolded him. I nodded at his request, while shoving a heap of yumminess in my mouth, as Jay said his goodnights and headed to his room.
After shoving my face and sending my wonderful mother a thank you text, I received a text in return, but it was from my father instead.
I would like to talk with you, but I know you are probably tired. Please set aside some time tomorrow to meet with your old man.
I responded with a quick, yes sir, and headed off to take a well-deserved shower.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a dreadful excuse for a man. My eyes were sunken in and bloodshot. My chin was covered in scruff. I definitely needed a haircut.
Then I imagined her standing next to me, gazing at me in the mirror. I really needed to get my act together. What would she think of a scruffy, hollow of a man like myself? She probably wouldn’t give me a second glance with my appearance being so desolate.
As I waited for the water to warm, I thought about how sexy she would look with her silky skin covered in suds as they trailed slowly down the curves of her perfect body—tiny little bubbles popping as they skimmed around every sleek curve and crevice. That line of thinking was going to get me off rather quickly. My languid muscles were saying I was too tired for any sort of physical exertion, but my lustful mind was arguing that I needed the release.
Steam rose from the heated shower and I sighed in sheer bliss as I positioned myself directly under the spray. The hot water cascading down my body definitely made me feel more alive, if that’s even possible.
Every time I closed my eyes under the surging water, I saw her face. Her eyes were more vivid at this moment than ever before. Maybe it was my exhaustion. Maybe it was my lust-filled imagination. Whatever the reason, I didn’t want to open my eyes ever again and run the risk of losing sight of her beauty.
Touching myself while thinking of her touching me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Within mere minutes, my visions of her had me climaxing.
Once sated, my body began to lull to the side and I caught myself on the cold tile wall. Falling asleep while standing in the shower was not a good idea. Startled by the sudden jerk of my head bobbing, I quickly finished up.
After I was clean and my belly was full, I let lethargy take over me. Lying face down in my pillow, I quickly created a rather large pool of drool as I lightly snored myself to sleep.
Chapter Two
She was breathtakingly beautiful, which never surprised me but still had me gasping for air. Golden blond curls sprang around her face as she smiled, while riding a sleek, brown horse through a thicket of
Opening up my fridge and praying I had some sort of edible food, I noticed a small plate with a sandwich, wrapped in clear saran wrap. A handwritten note stabbed with a toothpick said: I figured you would be hungry and I know you’re not taking care of yourself. Don’t make me come over and treat you like a child. I love you. Mom. The toothpick was embellished with a purple star at the top.
Her note and thoughtfulness made me smile. I quickly grabbed my phone and, noticing it was now eleven at night, decided to text instead of call her.
“Yeah, your mom stopped by about two hours ago with dinner for both of us. Makes me wish I grew up in your house,” Jay said as he lightly clapped me on the shoulder and ambled over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“Well, I guess I should thank you for saving me some,” I said with a light chuckle. It was all I could manage with how tired I was.
Jay laughed loudly and said, “Shit. Don’t thank me, thank your mom. She threatened that she would never bring me food again if I ate your sandwich. So, you better let her know I was a good boy.” I totally would have eaten it if she didn’t threaten me with food deprivation.
I definitely know from experience he would have eaten my food had my mom not scolded him. I nodded at his request, while shoving a heap of yumminess in my mouth, as Jay said his goodnights and headed to his room.
After shoving my face and sending my wonderful mother a thank you text, I received a text in return, but it was from my father instead.
I would like to talk with you, but I know you are probably tired. Please set aside some time tomorrow to meet with your old man.
I responded with a quick, yes sir, and headed off to take a well-deserved shower.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a dreadful excuse for a man. My eyes were sunken in and bloodshot. My chin was covered in scruff. I definitely needed a haircut.
Then I imagined her standing next to me, gazing at me in the mirror. I really needed to get my act together. What would she think of a scruffy, hollow of a man like myself? She probably wouldn’t give me a second glance with my appearance being so desolate.
As I waited for the water to warm, I thought about how sexy she would look with her silky skin covered in suds as they trailed slowly down the curves of her perfect body—tiny little bubbles popping as they skimmed around every sleek curve and crevice. That line of thinking was going to get me off rather quickly. My languid muscles were saying I was too tired for any sort of physical exertion, but my lustful mind was arguing that I needed the release.
Steam rose from the heated shower and I sighed in sheer bliss as I positioned myself directly under the spray. The hot water cascading down my body definitely made me feel more alive, if that’s even possible.
Every time I closed my eyes under the surging water, I saw her face. Her eyes were more vivid at this moment than ever before. Maybe it was my exhaustion. Maybe it was my lust-filled imagination. Whatever the reason, I didn’t want to open my eyes ever again and run the risk of losing sight of her beauty.
Touching myself while thinking of her touching me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Within mere minutes, my visions of her had me climaxing.
Once sated, my body began to lull to the side and I caught myself on the cold tile wall. Falling asleep while standing in the shower was not a good idea. Startled by the sudden jerk of my head bobbing, I quickly finished up.
After I was clean and my belly was full, I let lethargy take over me. Lying face down in my pillow, I quickly created a rather large pool of drool as I lightly snored myself to sleep.
Chapter Two
She was breathtakingly beautiful, which never surprised me but still had me gasping for air. Golden blond curls sprang around her face as she smiled, while riding a sleek, brown horse through a thicket of
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