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Maggie is stuck quite literally.
Doggy Door Dilemma
by rachgalla
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| Category: | Romance Fiction |
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Posted: | January 13, 2012 Views: 105 |
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CHAPTER ONE
I really hate my life. I give up. I'm usually a very optimistic person. People always come up to me and say what a positive person I am. At a young age I came to a realization that if you can't laugh at life you will do nothing but cry. Life has not been fluffy bunnies and pansies for me but I have been trying to stay as upbeat as I can. When I am described it has always been Maggie and her half full cup. That is all crap, I'm done.
It's come down to this. My cup is half-empty of sour milk and I just knocked it on the floor, spilled every drop and shattered the glass all over. There comes a point in your life when everything goes wrong but you still have your dignity. Up until 30 minutes ago I was there. Now I am past the point of return. I'm stuck. I don't mean just because my career is in the pits, which it is. Or that I am stuck because that extra 20 pounds is hanging on and no amount of walking and lunges is ever going to make up for the fact that I love Doritos to the point of my bootylicous pants. No I mean I am literally stuck. More specifically I am stuck half-way in a large doggy door in the back door of my next door neighbor's home.
It all started so innocently.
This now will go in my book of mottos that have gotten me in trouble. I live in this great two bedroom townhouse outside of downtown Seattle. It is close enough to get to work on my scooter in less than 5 minutes and I never have to get on the I-5. In the spring and summer I get my sneakers on and leave extra early so I can walk to work taking in the city.
My best friend Jenny and I opened a little clothing boutique that I love, about 3 years ago. It's a small boutique in the first hill district just outside of the crazy expensive mega shops. When we first opened we gained local popularity and tourist shoppers that wanted homemade items without breaking the bank. We have been struggling the last 6 months to keep our doors open. People just aren't spending money on reproduction vintage and original hand work when they can't afford groceries. I understand but it still hurts to see our dream flounder.
I remember when we stood in front of our store that first day. Jenns and I have matching pictures on our walls of the two of us that first day standing out front pointing at our sign. Our smiles almost out shine our shop. It is all falling apart now and its times like this that I always get in trouble. Somehow my decision making skills seem to flounder with stress. Stuck indeed.
I wouldn't be here in this position if not for that fateful day three months ago. I was gardening or more accurately tending to my weeds in the small patch of flowers by my front of my porch. It was a Sunday afternoon and the first really sunny day in weeks. I needed to get outside almost as much as my yard needed me to tend to it. I looked up when a moving truck pulled up next door. The end unit in my complex had just been rented out. I was the middle unit of three and the end unit had been empty only for about a month. It was a great apartment slightly larger than mine but the best was the large yard it has. My back yard is a long rectangle the width of my unit. Surrounded by 6 feet privacy fencing it is completely enclosed. It has only grass and is easy to maintain with a small push mower. I don't need a lot of outdoor space just enough to sit out in the morning and evening with my coffee. I watched in awe as he moved in.
I raced inside and called Jenny to get her here as fast as she could. That day Jenny and I spied through the hole in the fence as a bunch of the Seattle police department helped move my new neighbor in and proceed with a BBQ in celebration.
It was a good day. The day I fell in love. His name is Peter Volsic. It says so on his mailbox. I also know because he has become my obsession. He is awesome. He is in his early 30's and on the local Seattle SWAT team. Let me tell you the first time I saw him in his SWAT gear I about swooned.
He was dressed in black cargo pants, a batman belt and a black SPD tee-shirt that left no muscles to the imagination. I stood there on my front porch watering can in hand dangling uselessly as I watched him hop in his truck off to a call. I don't think I moved until another car drove by shocking me out of my stupor. When he is not in uniform he dresses in a combo of jeans, cargo's, Henley's and tee-shirts. Every Sunday afternoon he gets snazzed up in a button down and dark jeans and heads over to his mother's house. He has an awesome sense of humor and this laugh that gives me the flutters every time it makes its way over my fence line.
We have nicknamed him The R.U.M. for Russian underwear model. He has wavy black hair that fights his short style. His green eyes and fair skin are what dreams are made of. His buddy who Jenny fans herself over, we call "Shoulds" for shoulders to drool on. Shoulds is almost the exact opposite of RUM in coloring and complexion. They both are SWAT and often Shoulds comes over after work and they have a beer in the back yard afterwards. Shoulds has blond hair cut almost military short and although he is a couple inches shorter than RUM he is just as broad. His brown eyes and tanned skin draw Jenny in and she sinks into them every time he looks our direction.
They have become a hobby for us. Over the last several months as our business has been sucking wind Jenny and I have chosen to live a fantasy life of make believe and spying at my neighbor to gain all the information we can get. It is a sad hobby and one filled with countless hours of daydreaming but I am convinced that eventually I will get a life.
On the upside we have become great friends with his dog. Lots of doggy treats and Brutus the mastiff doesn't bother us at all. He used to follow us along the fence line until we started sneaking snacks at him. Now he doesn't look twice when we get all stalker.
The second day RUM moved in I met Brutus. I was peeking through a hole in the fence line near my back door. The sad truth is that I was hoping to spy my new neighbor before I went off to work. Brutus snuck up on me and met me eye for eye through the hole. I might have screamed like a girl and run into the house. The next day I again snuck over to the fence line to see any goings on and once again Brutus came over. This time I saw him coming and made my escape before he bit my nose off.
That afternoon I brought in reinforcements. I had Jenn's get on my shoulders to take a picture of Brutus. We needed to find out what kind of dog he was. He literally stood up putting his front two legs on the fence and was as tall as Jenn's. She screamed and barely got a blurry picture as we both fell over on the grass and scrambled to the sliding glass door before he could jump the fence and eat us alive. I swear he is the largest dog I have ever seen in my life. Brutus puts small ponies to shame.
The next day we sat next to the fence and laptop in hand we Googled every dog breed we could find and found out that mastiff fits his description of big and ugly just fine.
The decision to live a fantasy life and become the crazy stalker neighbor meant that we had to deal with the dog issue. Jenn's came up with a plan. We later tagged it "the great doggy treat scandal." We made about 15 different types of doggy treats until we found one Brutus would love enough to get distracted. Each batch we would stick through the hole. We would stick the doggy treat half way through and see if he would eat them. He ate them all but only the last ones made of duck liver did he love. Those he would take and instead of gulping them down right away he would take back to his porch and leave us alone. That day was awesome because we just sat down in the grass and took turns looking through the hole. RUM didn't come home until after dark but the point remained we were now successful spies.
Fast forward and Brutus loves us. Jenn's or I can go up to the fence and give him a treat and he will leave us alone. If one of the guys is in the back yard we crawl all the way to the back of the fence and lightly toss the treat over so it doesn't look like we are feeding Brutus.
We do occasionally play with his dog when he isn't home now. I sit next to our spy hole and pet his nose. He loves me. Which now in my situation is a really good thing. I am so thankful for our biscuit experiments and doggy love affair now.
My current "stuckness" stems from just a couple of days ago. Jenny and I were about to close up our shop when the landlord walked in. He is a small man and is not physically intimidating but has always been completely focused on business. We signed a lease with him not just because of the location but because he wants to make money just like us. As long as that goal aligns he has been more than fair. Our shop is small and even though we have been struggling we started smart and have very little debt. We pay our rent on time, are clean, neat and if not stuck in a recession I truly believe we would be prospering.
The other businesses in our small building have not been as successful and we are the last ones open regularly. I remember watching Mr. Brice slowly walk up to us. He didn't have a look of joy and since we had just paid the rent so I knew that this wasn't a collection call. Jenn's came over and stood next to me as he walked the 300 square feet of store over to the register. I knew bad news was coming our way. Sure enough as we twisted our hands together he told us he had sold the building out from under us and we had 30 days to get out.
I looked around as he made his way weaving around our display case and out the door, at our dream. I tried to not let the tears fall but one look over at my best friend and sister and I couldn't keep the tears at bay. He had handed Jenns legal paperwork and walked out. All our dreams melting away and we could do nothing. So much of our lives had been a struggle. When I met Jenny at our last foster home we connected right away and decided that life would be better with a sidekick. We have always been each other's Robin or Batman and so far, even though there were hard years it was an upwards spiral.
We had talked about closing our shop and had started making plans if sales didn't increase but we weren't prepared for the kick in the gut of closing unexpectedly. Thirty days isn't a lot of time to close a business well and make sure that you end up clean and not slugging around a lifetimes worth of debt and pain. Things were going to have to move fast but we also knew that we needed some mental health days.
That night we walked to Jenny's flat a couple of blocks away. She lives in the world's smallest apartment. It has one small main room a bathroom not big enough to change your mind in and kitchenette lined up against one wall 6 inches from her bed. We just collapsed in tears and grief. Trying to numb ourselves with vodka and junk food is not the most effective way to deal with crisis as I am finding out right now. Let me tell you Appletini, grief and Doritos induced sleep isn't the most refreshing.
Jenny has always been the voice of reason in our relationship. She is a tiny thing and loves to blend into the background. I have called her a worker bee more than once. She is happy if she is productive and one of the reasons she can live in a place this small is because she is crazy organized and a bit of neat freak. My busy bee just had her dreams dashes along with mine though and she was inconsolable. I tried to ease her pain as much as I could but sometimes the
Proverb of weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice holds true. We cried over our lives and of course the subject of our delusions came up. Poor RUM and Shoulds would be so embarrassed if they had been in that room. I remember Jenns saying that she was done just standing back and watching as yet another thing in life passed her by. I agreed heartily as I poured another glass. She stumbled up and came back a moment later with pretty stationary and pens for each of us.
"Maggie we are done being nobodies with nothing to show for our lives." I wanted to disagree I had scooter after all but I don't think I was in any condition to put two thoughts together well. We called ourselves cowards and other vodka induced words and made a plan to get our men.
Step one Jenns said was to get their attention.
Jenns pulled a book for each of us and sitting across from me on her bed we set out to write our men about our feelings for them. I will never let her live this down even after I have been arrested for trespassing and breaking and entering. It's all her fault.
We sealed the envelopes, addressed them and stuck them in the mail chute. It was bad. I didn't even know she had Shoulds address.
Fortunately for Jenny, she only had one stamp so hers came back the next day. I was having this fuzzy memory as I was working myself to the coffee maker the next day. That morning we staggered up around noonish. She was lying on the floor frozen peas on her head groaning. We must have come to the same realization of what we had done the night before at about the same time. She sat up suddenly and after cussing a blue streak at the movement we scrambled up to search for the letters.
The only evidence we found was an empty stamp book and scattered stationary. We had actually mailed the letters and mine would arrive in less than two days. I think I was numb. She just held her head in her hands and looked at me a combination of apology and humor in her eyes.
Again we fast forward to my current situation. The second of my life motto's come to mind here. If one bad decision got you into this position add one more and see if you can drown faster.
Here I am cheek against floor half in and ass out of Peter's doggy door crying like a baby. I wish I could say this was the first time I had gotten me in a predicament that was the definition of stupid but I can't. This one though has the added benefit of jail time if I am caught which puts an interesting twist on my usual socially awkward moments.
Brutus found me seconds after my brain left my body and I squeezed myself into this position. Such a good doggy. He just lay down next to me and has been watching me scream at God.
Suddenly my breast started to vibrate. I jerked up which wasn't wise. I was moaning in pain as I probably pulled a back muscle that already was crushed against the side of the doggy door. In my hysteria I had completely forgotten I had stashed my phone in my bra.
It was Jenny! Oh yeah I forgot to tell her I had gone insane.
"Jenny!" I screamed at the phone. "I need your help right now!" I think she realized I was serious by the intermittent sobbing. I can't count how many times she has come to my rescue. I can't think of a single time she has lost her marbles and needed me to save her from herself. For Jenns, rescuing me is like a monthly occurrence.
"What have you done Maggie?" She was her usual calm and put together self as I was my usual crazy.
Again not the first time I have been in the position to beg for help.
"The letter came this afternoon. You know the letter from the other night? Oh my goodness Jenns you have to help me I saw the mail come and he picked it up!" I sobbed "Its sitting on the kitchen table mocking me!"
I heard a breath get sucked in. I know what she is thinking. From our spy position you can't see that far into his house even with binoculars. Brutus wasn't exactly being silent either since I started screaming into the phone. I could almost hear her brain putting the puzzle of my actions together.
"Mags...where are you?"
Stuck. Just Stuck.
I look up and see the kitchen table across the hallway from me. The letter along with that day's mail is leaning against a cereal bowl. The flashback of that afternoon's mail blazes through my tears.
This afternoon I wasn't panicking to the point currently. I had talked to Jenns in the morning and we had made the decision to take the weekend off and then pick up on Monday. I think I was in some sort of numb ruined my life but I can't do anything kind of trance. The moment came about 3 this afternoon. I was trying to stay busy by baking a chocolate cake when the mail man drove up. I paused mid mix. I watched as he placed a stack of mail in Peter's box, which is next to mine in the row.
I am not really sure what my problem is. I have a thing about mail tampering but no problems with felony B&E? I have such a screwed up moral system. The cake got done without me realizing it and I spent the rest of the day hiding behind my porch table waiting.
It was a moment of crazy movie slow motion of doom. I watched as he got out of his truck. His jacket slung over his arm as he opened his front door. I watched as he remembered to get his mail.
Brutus had met him at the door and he ruffled affectionately his head and talked about his day. He strolled towards the mail boxes with the ease of the unstupid. Sure no need to rush you didn't ruin your chance with the love of your life. RUM shuffled his letters as he walked back up the path to his door. I could almost hear him. "Bill, bill, junk mail, bill, oh! hunting magazine, and what's this? A letter from my crazy loon neighbor?"
Fortunately for me at that moment as he looked over at my yard, yes I had ducked behind a large potted plant, his phone rang. Instantly his demeanor changed and he became all business. He opened his door threw in his mail then grabbed his jacket and keys. Peter gave Brutus a sorry buddy hug and ran for the truck.
By this time I had started what I like to call the downward spiral of stupid. I knew I had a few hours if that was his work and I paced the length of my home about 50 times trying to decide what to do.
Armed with doggy biscuits and my phone stuffed in my bra I decided a little B&E was in order. Motto number three. Push-up bras eliminate the need for a purse. Always handy to have your phone at hand, or breast as is the case.
I should have called Jenny first. She would have last least loaned me some lock picks or something.
Her voice over the phone penetrated my musings.
"What did you do Mags? Oh my goodness did you get arrested?" I don't usually sob uncontrollably so I think this was why she assumed the worst. Feeling more overwhelmed by the minute I started to screech like a banshee.
"No, not yet but help me please? I need you to come to the back door of RUMS house. Bring a canister of Crisco and hurry!" By this time I was a bit past hysterical and in the pounding my fists on the floor stage. Poor Brutus started barking seeing my distress. Jenny said she was on her way and hung up.
"Calm down sweet baby Brutus." I sobbed and crooned at him patting his paw ineffectually. He was laying down right in front of me and my stuck self. For the longest time he was excited to finally get to play with me but I think he realized that I wasn't playing with all my marbles and just laid down to enjoy the show. He didn't try and eat me for trespassing so I thought that was good.
I always wanted a dog. I have always thought animals were neat and in my dreams having a dog as sweet and ugly as Brutus is always in the forefront. The issue is I understand that if you can't even keep ivy alive then a dog is out of the question. Jenns always says that one day I will grow up and then I can have pets and children. Since I am 28 years old I really am hoping that happens soonish. Although looking around at my current predicament maybe I am further from that goal than I thought.
Brutus stopped for a second and then giving me a look crept forward and started sniffing my cleavage that was stacked on the floor. I was thinking how sad it was that the only male attention I could get was from a neutered dog when I remembered the biscuits I had stuffed down next to the phone.
Used for food, typical male. I fished out a couple of his favorite biscuits from my push-up and gave them to him. All I could do was croon and love on him for being such a bad guard dog and keeping me company.
I must have lost track of time because my heart jumped when I heard the scream. It only took me a
moment to recognize the sound of my best friend's high pitched squeal. Let me tell you jumping when startled when your front half is in one half of a door and back is wedged outside is not a fun experience. The screaming continued and Brutus got into it as well. It's a sad day when I am the calm collected one in any situation.
"Jenns shut-up! Do you want the other neighbors to hear you?" That shut her mouth quick not because she wouldn't get a kick about me bring publicly outed as an imbecile but now her presence made her an accomplice.
"Oh Mags! What have you done?" By this point you could tell that her tone had changed from shocked to amused. She collapsed shortly, laughing hysterically. I could feel her draped over my backside shaking she was laughing so hard.
I growled at her yelling through the crack I could twist to see.
"This is your entire fault! Miss lets drink our sorrows away. I wanted to cry and sleep for a week but no."
"Taking a picture!" she sang out as I heard a click. "It will go with the others in the album named Maggie and her inability to think through her actions. Although I think I need to get new one or some expanders for the current one. It is kind of full. Especially with all the articles from your
last fling off the dark side." Fine she can take a picture of my ass but less she gets froggy I'll break out the video of her singing karaoke in her half of the horse costume and nothing else. Yeah that horse costume was hot but I at least had the sense to wear a tank top and bra.
"Did you bring the grease?" I shouted back at her. I had a plan. All was not lost. I just had to get greased up and slide in. Then I would run to the table, grab the letter and slip out of the back door. This time using the open and shut part.
"This is awesome Mags I think you have succeeded in shocking me. I didn't think I would ever be surprised by you ever again after the green jello incident but this tops it babe." She giggled as she smeared vegetable shortening all over my waist and booty. "Remember the time you wanted to
learn to ice skate so we went to the mountains and found that partially frozen lake." She stopped for a second in her greasing at that one. "Although the paramedic was so cute, I still think you should have gotten his number."
"Jenns as much fun as I am having going to down memory lane we are running out of time!" I yelled.
Maybe she didn't understand the extent of my situation. If Peter got home and saw me like this not only would he arrest me in .5 seconds, all chance of happily ever after would be flushed down the drain.
I was listening to her chuckle occasionally and knew she was going through her list of times she has saved my butt. I knew she was going to break out the album and make me go through it. She always thinks that showing my life of foibles will somehow reform me. Maybe this time it would, from prison.
"Ok you are greased up now try scooching out." She said.
I was shaking my head, not that she could see me. "No I have to get the letter push me through." This time it was her turn to screech. "Are you insane? He probably has a security system and the only reason you haven't set off the alarm is because it assumes your Brutus! Let's get out of here. In the morning you can walk over and ask for the letter back and tell him it was a drunken moment or a wrong address or something."
She was pulling on my legs at this point as I was pushing forward trying to grasp the tile and pull myself forward. All we succeeded in doing was getting Crisco all over the doggy door. Who knew dogs liked to lick that stuff? The added slobber did slick me up good though.
I hate it when she makes sense. I looked longingly at the letter still sitting on the kitchen table and gave up hope of my happily ever after. Jenny is like Watson to my Sherlock. Although when I mentioned that she guffawed and said it was more like she was my nurse to my padded roomed self.
Whatever, she loves my adventuresome nature. Seeing her logic, darn it, we worked on me getting desquished and out.
It was incredibly painful and there was a lot of squirming and cussing going on until I finally got my shoulders through. I think my left breast had swollen up from stress because we ended up greasing me up like a pig and doing contortions to get me out. A good 20 minutes and much bruising later I was free.
We just lay down were we landed and laughed and cried. I was covered in shortening from head to toe and Jenns, although not having been stuck down the rabbit hole was wearing just as much from her effort to free me.
That is true friendship for life. I just had to ask for Crisco and help and she was there without any questions asked. The questions would come later, but the instant help and love meant a lot. She is all I have ever had in my life. I looked over at her lying next to me on my obsession's porch and smiled at her. Her small pixie face smiled back. That is until we heard the sound of the RUM's truck pulling up. That threw us into action. Launching up as fast as we could, we ran for the fence. I don't think we thought that far ahead. We couldn't go out the side fence as he would see us as he entered the house. We couldn't go through the house since we never made it in the first place and
I was not having any success climbing over the 6 foot privacy fence all buttered up.
We looked around the back yard at the familiar settings. He was a barbecue kind of guy and had a huge grill right off the porch along with some chairs and a picnic table. In the back of the yard were a couple of benches next to an outdoor fire pit. I dragged Jenns who was starting to cry in panic as the lights in the house started to go on. We dove for the farthest bench as the porch light was turned on.
The ground was hard but I think the layer of grease helped with the cold. About a second after we took cover Peter aka The RUM opened the back door.
He bent down squatting next to his back door for a bit and picked up something. Oh my goodness! I gasped and Jenny squealed into my neck as we realized we had left behind the canister of shortening!
He then walked over to the doggy door and ran his hand over it. Brutus came out and was wagging his tail vigorously, barking and turned in our direction. Dang dog, see if I sneak any more treats for him in the future.
We covered our mouths as he looked up and around his backyard. Brutus licked the side of the can of grease in Peter's hand. Brutus then walked casually towards us as his owner kept up his inspection.
We might have panicked again as the dumb as dirt dog came over. I was covering Jenns mouth, as she was hysterical, when suddenly she froze.
"What are you looking at bro?" oh man this was so bad. Shoulds was here and now squatted next to RUM. One cop was bad enough but two and I could almost see our orange jumpsuits.
RUM said something quietly that we didn't catch and Brutus was licking my face as I was trying to shoo him away. I stopped when I found one last biscuit in my bra. Fast as I could I tossed it over onto the other side of the yard. Brutus ran after it and then RUM called him over. He patted, "good dogged" the dumb animal, turned and walked back into the house. Shoulds followed a moment later scanning the yard quickly on his way in.
We both sighed in relief a moment later. Getting up stiffly off the cold ground and craving a hot bath to soothe my aching body we made our way to the side gate. It was locked. I hissed at Jenns about how the gate was locked since she must have used it to get to me in the first place. Jenny started the whole keening thing again until I smacked her on the head.
"Shh do you want them to come and check on the dying cat?! It just means we have to go over the fence is all."
I say that knowing I'm 5'3 and preciously plump and Jenny is 5'2" and would blow over with a stiff wind. We didn't have any choice so I came up with a plan. I had a chair on my side of the fence so I would boost her over near our spying hole. She would then stand on the chair and help me scale the fence using leverage as help. The first part of my plan worked beautifully. Come to think about it most of my plans don't turn into disaster until the second part.
Huh. Another motto is born. Always go with plan A, abandon plan B and turn back. As was the case with the second half of my escape plan it all went to heck and a hand basket. Jenny was holding my hands leaning over the fence standing on my chair pulling as I was trying to climb over. I am so glad that it was a flat topped fence and not a picket.
I wasn't going anywhere when Brutus came to the rescue. Just when I don't like him he saves my sorry self. He bumped my flailing feet and carefully let me stand on his back as I fell over the fence.
"Ow." I collapsed on the hard ground on my side of the fence. Jenny was leaning over the fence cooing at Brutus as I was testing for broken bones. Finding only my pride shattered I slowly staggered up off the ground. Moaning in pain and just complete givey-up-ness we staggered into my house.
Jenny made some tea as I bathed and degreased. Once I didn't smell like a French fry I made my way to the kitchen. Jenny then took her turn and I cut very large slices of the chocolate cake I had made earlier.
Some tea and chocolate would allow us both to be able to think through what to do next. I seriously needed some chocolate encouragement and I wasn't sure that one piece would do it after a night like tonight.
Jenny and I sat down once we were clean and snuggled in sweats and tee shirts, at my small kitchen table. Without a single word said we made each other's tea and ate voraciously. I looked around at my day of crazy; hopefully I will have some much needed perspective.
"How was your day Jenns?" I don't know if it helped to calm our minds to talk of something else but as my insanity hit an all time high today, it was the thought that counted.
"Good, I did laundry. Dusted, rearranged some shelves worked on my resume. That kind of stuff. Other than the spectacle that is you, how was yours?" She turned and looked at me as she sucked the last of the chocolate icing off her spoon.
"I slept, cried, made chocolate cake, thank goodness. I spent most of my day in the spiral" She nodded knowing what the spiral is since she has saved me from it countless times. I was thinking about where my life was and couldn't help the pain that dug in my chest. So much gone and I just don't know how to fix it.
I gulped my tea as I teared up a bit. "Freaking' bites Jenns I do not want to work for Nordstroms or Macys, but I have to pay my mortgage. And I don't even want to talk about Peter and how I'm going to live this down. You know I was finally feeling a bit settled. My heart hurts Jenny. What are we going to do?"
Jenny sighed a bit defeated. "Well my lease runs out in a couple of weeks and I gave notice today. I'll move in here and we can get day jobs and it will be like when we were going to school." She slung her arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on hers. We both wanted to be able to make it alone. Have our own lives. Our dreams of our own families, own homes, a career we love seemed to fall. It all comes down to another life motto. Sometimes life kicks you in the teeth, so don't forget to always wear a mouth guard.
All of a sudden she started giggling. I knew it was too good to last. That eventually she was going to remember why she came over this evening. To save my crazy ass.
She pulled out her phone and showed me the picture she took. There I was my booty stuck high in the air, legs flailing. I couldn't help it and started to laugh hysterically. We started laughing so hard we collapsed into each other.
The day needed to end like that with my girl, laughter and chocolate. We unfurled the hide-a-bed and fell into dreamless sleep. Tomorrow would come soon enough but for tonight we had each other.
Author Notes
This is a first chapter I am working on. I am working on other chapters but would love some feedback on it.
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