stuck in a strange town and know that I’m wasting tons of down time has really been worrying me."
"Why didn’t you say something?" the blonde asked, fervently wishing that Ryan could get over her reticence about spending money.
"It didn’t occur to me," she admitted a little sheepishly. "I’ve never had any options when things like this happen, Jamie. I’d just have to grin and bear it. It’s going to take me a while to get comfortable using our money to solve problems." She gave her partner a thoughtful look. "Up until now I’ve been focusing on the problems that your money creates. I’m gonna try my best to get over that." She shrugged and added, "It’s just not productive."
"That’s very good news," Jamie sighed, nuzzling her head into Ryan’s neck for a nice cuddle.
"Hey, when you get comfortable being rich, can we stop cleaning the kitchen?" Mia asked hopefully.
"I’ll never be that comfortable, Mia," the dark woman warned. "Just put that thought out of your cute little head."
"Hey, Tiger?" Jamie asked as she walked out of the bath after brushing her teeth.
"Yes?" Ryan said absently, intently working on getting her new computer set up to her exacting specifications.
"Wanna play a game with me?"
"Uh-huh," she said, her attention divided, less than half of it directed to her partner. "Let me finish here and brush my teeth. Do I need to take a shower to play?"
"Not that kind of game," the blonde chuckled. She grasped the laptop and tucked it under her arm, saying, "I’ll give your little toy back after I have your attention for a moment."
"Speak," Ryan smiled, her blue eyes focused sharply on her lover.
"I have to develop and manage a stock portfolio for one of my classes, and I thought it would be fun to have you do it, too. Since you’re going to do your independent study on stock market fluctuations, I thought it might also be good experience. What do you say?"
"Works for me," Ryan said, extending her hands, fingers twitching to retrieve her computer. "What are the rules?"
Placing the computer behind her back, Jamie informed her, "We each can spend up to $500,000 on any combination of investment vehicles. You can put your money in a mutual fund, or buy Treasury Bills if you want. Of course, the more risky alternative is to buy individual stocks. My professor gave us a simple program for keeping track of our purchases, and he’s included a chart for determining broker’s commissions and other charges. I’ve got to keep track of my portfolio just like it was real."
Ryan nodded suspiciously. "Uh-huh, and would there be any particular reason you’d like me to participate?"
"Mmm…sure, Babe. I like to do everything with you. Don’t you know that by now?" She was batting her eyes seductively, and Ryan knew that she was being set up, but she didn’t care a bit.
"I have a feeling that I’m going to wind up doing all of the bookkeeping here, Sweetie," she decided. "I think you want me to do my own picks so I stay interested."
"Well, you can never resist a challenge," Jamie smiled, giving her partner a wink. "We’ll compete to see who makes the most by the end of the term."
"Deal," the dark-haired woman agreed. "Now give me my computer back."
Jamie handed it over, informing Ryan that, "I’ve got all of the latest financial magazines, and I’ve subscribed to the Wall Street Journal. We can share stock tips," she suggested.
"We most certainly can not!" Ryan looked horrified at the mere prospect. "If I do my own research, I’m using my knowledge strictly for my own benefit. You’re on your own!"
Rolling her eyes, Jamie climbed into bed, muttering, "What ever happened to ‘for better or worse, for richer or poorer’?"
"That’s for marriage," Ryan assured her. "This is a bet! Whole different set of rules, Babe."
On Friday morning Jamie arrived home at eleven, planning on making a good lunch for her partner. When she pulled into the drive for her unannounced visit she was
"Why didn’t you say something?" the blonde asked, fervently wishing that Ryan could get over her reticence about spending money.
"It didn’t occur to me," she admitted a little sheepishly. "I’ve never had any options when things like this happen, Jamie. I’d just have to grin and bear it. It’s going to take me a while to get comfortable using our money to solve problems." She gave her partner a thoughtful look. "Up until now I’ve been focusing on the problems that your money creates. I’m gonna try my best to get over that." She shrugged and added, "It’s just not productive."
"That’s very good news," Jamie sighed, nuzzling her head into Ryan’s neck for a nice cuddle.
"Hey, when you get comfortable being rich, can we stop cleaning the kitchen?" Mia asked hopefully.
"I’ll never be that comfortable, Mia," the dark woman warned. "Just put that thought out of your cute little head."
"Hey, Tiger?" Jamie asked as she walked out of the bath after brushing her teeth.
"Yes?" Ryan said absently, intently working on getting her new computer set up to her exacting specifications.
"Wanna play a game with me?"
"Uh-huh," she said, her attention divided, less than half of it directed to her partner. "Let me finish here and brush my teeth. Do I need to take a shower to play?"
"Not that kind of game," the blonde chuckled. She grasped the laptop and tucked it under her arm, saying, "I’ll give your little toy back after I have your attention for a moment."
"Speak," Ryan smiled, her blue eyes focused sharply on her lover.
"I have to develop and manage a stock portfolio for one of my classes, and I thought it would be fun to have you do it, too. Since you’re going to do your independent study on stock market fluctuations, I thought it might also be good experience. What do you say?"
"Works for me," Ryan said, extending her hands, fingers twitching to retrieve her computer. "What are the rules?"
Placing the computer behind her back, Jamie informed her, "We each can spend up to $500,000 on any combination of investment vehicles. You can put your money in a mutual fund, or buy Treasury Bills if you want. Of course, the more risky alternative is to buy individual stocks. My professor gave us a simple program for keeping track of our purchases, and he’s included a chart for determining broker’s commissions and other charges. I’ve got to keep track of my portfolio just like it was real."
Ryan nodded suspiciously. "Uh-huh, and would there be any particular reason you’d like me to participate?"
"Mmm…sure, Babe. I like to do everything with you. Don’t you know that by now?" She was batting her eyes seductively, and Ryan knew that she was being set up, but she didn’t care a bit.
"I have a feeling that I’m going to wind up doing all of the bookkeeping here, Sweetie," she decided. "I think you want me to do my own picks so I stay interested."
"Well, you can never resist a challenge," Jamie smiled, giving her partner a wink. "We’ll compete to see who makes the most by the end of the term."
"Deal," the dark-haired woman agreed. "Now give me my computer back."
Jamie handed it over, informing Ryan that, "I’ve got all of the latest financial magazines, and I’ve subscribed to the Wall Street Journal. We can share stock tips," she suggested.
"We most certainly can not!" Ryan looked horrified at the mere prospect. "If I do my own research, I’m using my knowledge strictly for my own benefit. You’re on your own!"
Rolling her eyes, Jamie climbed into bed, muttering, "What ever happened to ‘for better or worse, for richer or poorer’?"
"That’s for marriage," Ryan assured her. "This is a bet! Whole different set of rules, Babe."
On Friday morning Jamie arrived home at eleven, planning on making a good lunch for her partner. When she pulled into the drive for her unannounced visit she was
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