I have the whole day tomorrow. How did yours go today?"
"Good, real good. I could really get into this stuff."
"Yeah?"
"Well, yeah. It’s like building puzzles, and I like those."
"I could really enjoy that too, you know," she said casually.
"You mean, me as a writer, full time?"
"Is that a possibility?"
He thought about it. "I'm not sure it is, babe. Let's not go there right now, alright? It's not that easy, and you know why."
She sighed, "Yes, I do, and I won't go there."
"Thank you. See you soon."
CHAPTER NINE
Laura was curled up against him, with her head on his chest, Sunday night. It was an amazing weekend. She couldn't remember a time she was so excited, and so satisfied at the same time. Her body felt wondrous, and her mind was relaxed, and rested. She could sleep, or she could stay up and talk, or she could incite him to make love to her again, or whatever she wanted. Being with him was making her limitless.
It was so different than her last boyfriend, or the other two. They were more or less burdens on her life. People she had to find room for, which meant giving up something of herself, with nothing filling the hole it caused in her.
Roman filled holes she didn't even realize she had until they were overflowing. What would living with him be like?
"I've never lived with anyone before, except my mother, and I don't think that counts," she told him.
He rubbed, and fondled her ass, until she was sighing with pleasure.
"I've lived with two women. Both were major mistakes."
"How do you know I won't be a major mistake?"
"You aren't a burden," he told her.
She perked, having her own thoughts voiced back to her. "A burden?"
"I'm... I look forward to seeing you. You rejuvenate me. Like right now, I'm tired, so I could sleep, but I could also get up, and ride all night long with you, if you wanted to do that."
She was about to answer when he added, "No, the only major mistake here is letting our situations keep us apart."
She thrummed on this for a while. "I don't want to go another two weeks without you."
"But you said..."
"I know what I said, and it was wrong, or it is wrong with you. I don't know how, but tomorrow morning, I'll slide right back into my role, like I never left it. And then, when I see you, and you kiss me, it’s like mind-wipe. Bam! Julie is gone, and I'm in your arms."
"What about something like Wednesday?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He shifted a little. "Let's try it then."
"Alright, Wednesday. Here, right after the studio. We can go to dinner, and then relax for a while?"
"That sounds like the perfect end of a day."
"Want to ride out to the beach?" she asked.
"Now?"
"No, Wednesday. I'm very comfortable right now, thank you. Unless you want to, and then I'm up, and moving."
He fondled her ass again, "No, I'm good. Right here, with you. Wednesday sounds good though."
"We could go to that place again?"
"Rhumb Line? Sure. That sounds good actually."
She drifted after that, feeling like she was home, and Minion was going to jump up on the bed any minute.
***
Tuesday, Laura came home, and froze in her doorway. Her house was trashed. The china hutch was on the floor. Book cases were tossed. Everything in the room was dumped, or tossed or smashed. Then she saw on the wall, painted in blood red, a message,
PILLOW TALK WILL GET MORE THAN YOUR PUSSY KICKED!
"Minion!" she screamed. "Minion!"
Franticly she searched the house, and finally found Minion in her closet, lying on her side, panting.
"Oh shit, baby!"
She reached for her cat, and Minion hissed. "Alright, but I have to take you to the vet, right now. I'll get your cage. Hold on baby."
She got Minion into her travel cage, with only a few bites and scratches. Minion seemed to be in too much pain for anything else.
She drove
"Good, real good. I could really get into this stuff."
"Yeah?"
"Well, yeah. It’s like building puzzles, and I like those."
"I could really enjoy that too, you know," she said casually.
"You mean, me as a writer, full time?"
"Is that a possibility?"
He thought about it. "I'm not sure it is, babe. Let's not go there right now, alright? It's not that easy, and you know why."
She sighed, "Yes, I do, and I won't go there."
"Thank you. See you soon."
CHAPTER NINE
Laura was curled up against him, with her head on his chest, Sunday night. It was an amazing weekend. She couldn't remember a time she was so excited, and so satisfied at the same time. Her body felt wondrous, and her mind was relaxed, and rested. She could sleep, or she could stay up and talk, or she could incite him to make love to her again, or whatever she wanted. Being with him was making her limitless.
It was so different than her last boyfriend, or the other two. They were more or less burdens on her life. People she had to find room for, which meant giving up something of herself, with nothing filling the hole it caused in her.
Roman filled holes she didn't even realize she had until they were overflowing. What would living with him be like?
"I've never lived with anyone before, except my mother, and I don't think that counts," she told him.
He rubbed, and fondled her ass, until she was sighing with pleasure.
"I've lived with two women. Both were major mistakes."
"How do you know I won't be a major mistake?"
"You aren't a burden," he told her.
She perked, having her own thoughts voiced back to her. "A burden?"
"I'm... I look forward to seeing you. You rejuvenate me. Like right now, I'm tired, so I could sleep, but I could also get up, and ride all night long with you, if you wanted to do that."
She was about to answer when he added, "No, the only major mistake here is letting our situations keep us apart."
She thrummed on this for a while. "I don't want to go another two weeks without you."
"But you said..."
"I know what I said, and it was wrong, or it is wrong with you. I don't know how, but tomorrow morning, I'll slide right back into my role, like I never left it. And then, when I see you, and you kiss me, it’s like mind-wipe. Bam! Julie is gone, and I'm in your arms."
"What about something like Wednesday?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He shifted a little. "Let's try it then."
"Alright, Wednesday. Here, right after the studio. We can go to dinner, and then relax for a while?"
"That sounds like the perfect end of a day."
"Want to ride out to the beach?" she asked.
"Now?"
"No, Wednesday. I'm very comfortable right now, thank you. Unless you want to, and then I'm up, and moving."
He fondled her ass again, "No, I'm good. Right here, with you. Wednesday sounds good though."
"We could go to that place again?"
"Rhumb Line? Sure. That sounds good actually."
She drifted after that, feeling like she was home, and Minion was going to jump up on the bed any minute.
***
Tuesday, Laura came home, and froze in her doorway. Her house was trashed. The china hutch was on the floor. Book cases were tossed. Everything in the room was dumped, or tossed or smashed. Then she saw on the wall, painted in blood red, a message,
PILLOW TALK WILL GET MORE THAN YOUR PUSSY KICKED!
"Minion!" she screamed. "Minion!"
Franticly she searched the house, and finally found Minion in her closet, lying on her side, panting.
"Oh shit, baby!"
She reached for her cat, and Minion hissed. "Alright, but I have to take you to the vet, right now. I'll get your cage. Hold on baby."
She got Minion into her travel cage, with only a few bites and scratches. Minion seemed to be in too much pain for anything else.
She drove
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