Friday night, Lana slept over at my place. I tend to get up very early, so I went to my computer to do some internet while she slept on. It was probably around 7:00 when she joined me in my small office, wearing one of my t-shirts. I could see she was on high beams and teased her about it.
“Happy to see me, I see.”
She winced and bopped me gently on the back of the head. “Yeah, but that’s not it, dummy. I’m just… I don’t know… sensitive, today. Actually, they hurt pretty bad right now.”
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Jaycee brought this Lana girl to our apartment last night. Lana, Lana, Lana. No forgetting her name, he certainly cried it often enough. And LOUD enough. This little faerie couldn’t get any sleep. And then they talked, for something like an hour. Bla bla bla. Why can’t he be like just any other guy and roll over, and fall asleep?
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The date with Lana on Saturday went really well. She had never ice skated before, but she’d used rollerblades, so it wasn’t completely new to her. Her balance was fine, but turning and stopping proved to be a little harder. For my part, there’s enough Canadian blood in me that skating isn’t an issue. Naturally, that was kind of part of the plan. For the most part of the two hours we spent on the ice, I made it my responsibility to steer her and help her stop.
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Brooke has been sending me text messages for the last few days. Hadn’t heard from him in a few weeks, but in the last few days, he’s been calling a lot. I think he may even have left a few voice messages, but I delete anything from his number without even listening to it. What he’s done is unforgivable and I’m not really interested in his excuses.
I *am* curious to find out what he wants with me all of a sudden. All his messages say “Bro, call me back” or “We gotta talk ASAP!”
Not likely to happen, sorry.
–Jaycee
Today, at lunch, I gathered all the courage I could muster and asked Lana on a date. I realize I’m going to look and sound confused, here, but bear with me.
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a story that happened a while ago (when Attitude had sprinkled some faerie dust on some hamburgers, causing Jennifer’s boobs to grow out of proportions). If you like what you see, don’t hesitate to visit his site and commission him for some sexy work. (Also, he sells some WICKED t-shirts — go check ’em out!)
Morgan dropped by my desk this morning, asking me to follow her to her office. I tried refusing, claiming that I had to finish editing some articles, but she would have none of it. She leaned over and dangled those hypnotic, jacket-contained breasts in front of my eyes, and said if I didn’t do as she asked, I’d be in trouble for what I’d done to her two weeks ago. I swallowed hard. I -knew- this was going to explode in my face.
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I’ve promised I’d do it, and now it’s done. Brooke’s received what he’s had coming all this time.
Stay tuned, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled by what’s happened to him.
–Attitude
Antony and Officer Frank had a big palooza at their place tonight, and I was invited. It’d been a long time since we’d gotten together, and with the chaos of my life recently, I thought it’d be great to change crowds for a while. (I keep some of my groups of friends separate for just that occasion — Antony & Frank aren’t in the same circles as Brooke, Barrett, Meghan, and the wilder people I’ve been hanging out with of late.)
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Yesterday, I went to my favorite little cafe for lunch. The one where Lana works — that’s my favorite waitress,
if you remember. She’s the one who had a wardrobe malfunction induced by Meghan’s Funcam. I hadn’t been there in a while and it was nice to chat her up again. She’s such a straightforward, normal, grounded girl! It’s nice to talk to someone real, sometimes…
Continue reading “A Tales of Two Nipples (or Four?)”
I met with Morgan last night. I didn’t bang her brains out, which left me with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. She was dressed very conservatively and standoff-ish. When I came in, she asked me to sit down (pointing at a one-man comfy chair in the living room) and offered me some coffee. Then she got things off her chest. It sort of went like this (I’m going off memory, sorry):
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So how have things been at work between Morgan and I, you ask? Weird, very weird.
Naturally, after what happened last Thursday, Morgan and I avoided each other all day. At first, I thought I was the one doing most of the avoiding, but it soon became clear (from the averted glances, or the seemingly accidental changes in her trajectory when I popped up nearby) that Morgan was making efforts to avoid me as well. We really didn’t talk much on Friday, except when I handed her some papers or when I answered some necessary questions.
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