Can’t Stay Away
So I got the best night’s sleep I have had in a long time. I get up and check on the time. My Zen clock says it is obscenely early for me. Seems a consequence of going to bed early is getting up earlier. Well, early for me. It isn’t even nine yet. I’m a little grumpy about Jason not doing exactly what I wanted him to last night, but for some reason I am still in a fairly decent mood.
I decide I am going to have fruit and an egg this morning. No toast though, I can’t go crazy. I flip on the TV for some background noise and to catch local news. I actually am having a decent time slicing up my food and eating out on the terrace.
But then, after two hours, my day turns normal. I become restless and fussy. I’ve got at least two more weeks before my next job. The house is so silent. Something in me says this is my fault—my fault that I can’t stand being alone. But I am gorgeous and therefore nothing can really be my fault. I try to just be in my apartment for another half an hour. But then I give up. I am almost stark raving mad in the stillness.
I flip open my laptop. If Jason is not going to give me some sexual release, then I’ll find another old, rich and lonely guy who will be glad to share some meaningless sex with me. It does pass the time and I suppose that is all I can look forward to. It is better than sitting here alone.
I push the image of Jason’s dark and slightly wavy hair out of my mind. Wouldn’t you know, there is a message in my inbox. That is odd as I block any casual emails on this site, I don’t want to have an old gross guy as a stalker, don’t want them to think we are friends. It clearly states that I will not return messages that have not be solicited by me.
Damn. It’s from Jason. I almost delete it without reading it. I’m really disappointed in him. He should be adoring me and falling over his rather big feet to give me everything I say I want.
I stomp off to my kitchen for a glass of Perrier. I violently squeeze some lemon into it. I stomp back and before I can control my finger, I have clicked to open the message.
Thanks for a lovely day! I really enjoyed your company. I didn’t get a chance to ask about the rest of this week. I’ll be in London for two more weeks and would love to have you as my guide and companion for the rest of my stay. I can’t think of anything more fun than spending a day with you. Just give me a ring when you are free and I’ll pick you up. Remember to eat more than toast if you want to keep up with me!
- Jason
Well…that is exactly what I want. But I am not happy because I still feel he is not fawning over me and giving me exactly what I want, when I want it.
I am trying really hard to be in a bad mood. It is just not working and with a big sigh, I sit down to pound out a reply. I have to keep it short and sweet; I can’t act like I am giving in to anyone. I just say I’m bored, pick me up at noon.
He is right on the dot. We head out to lunch and he talks me into eating a real lunch again. We head to Buckingham Palace. He jokes that we really do have to hit the tourist traps before we get to the seedier and real London. Rubbing elbows with royalty is right up my alley, so I enjoy the day. Of course, I don’t see any royals.
I do get lots of admiring looks from blokes all day long. That is a nice ego boost. I also get Jason’s hand and arm around me most of the day, which is a boost too.
The day ends after dinner again. He asks me if I like movies, he is in the mood and would like to have
So I got the best night’s sleep I have had in a long time. I get up and check on the time. My Zen clock says it is obscenely early for me. Seems a consequence of going to bed early is getting up earlier. Well, early for me. It isn’t even nine yet. I’m a little grumpy about Jason not doing exactly what I wanted him to last night, but for some reason I am still in a fairly decent mood.
I decide I am going to have fruit and an egg this morning. No toast though, I can’t go crazy. I flip on the TV for some background noise and to catch local news. I actually am having a decent time slicing up my food and eating out on the terrace.
But then, after two hours, my day turns normal. I become restless and fussy. I’ve got at least two more weeks before my next job. The house is so silent. Something in me says this is my fault—my fault that I can’t stand being alone. But I am gorgeous and therefore nothing can really be my fault. I try to just be in my apartment for another half an hour. But then I give up. I am almost stark raving mad in the stillness.
I flip open my laptop. If Jason is not going to give me some sexual release, then I’ll find another old, rich and lonely guy who will be glad to share some meaningless sex with me. It does pass the time and I suppose that is all I can look forward to. It is better than sitting here alone.
I push the image of Jason’s dark and slightly wavy hair out of my mind. Wouldn’t you know, there is a message in my inbox. That is odd as I block any casual emails on this site, I don’t want to have an old gross guy as a stalker, don’t want them to think we are friends. It clearly states that I will not return messages that have not be solicited by me.
Damn. It’s from Jason. I almost delete it without reading it. I’m really disappointed in him. He should be adoring me and falling over his rather big feet to give me everything I say I want.
I stomp off to my kitchen for a glass of Perrier. I violently squeeze some lemon into it. I stomp back and before I can control my finger, I have clicked to open the message.
Thanks for a lovely day! I really enjoyed your company. I didn’t get a chance to ask about the rest of this week. I’ll be in London for two more weeks and would love to have you as my guide and companion for the rest of my stay. I can’t think of anything more fun than spending a day with you. Just give me a ring when you are free and I’ll pick you up. Remember to eat more than toast if you want to keep up with me!
- Jason
Well…that is exactly what I want. But I am not happy because I still feel he is not fawning over me and giving me exactly what I want, when I want it.
I am trying really hard to be in a bad mood. It is just not working and with a big sigh, I sit down to pound out a reply. I have to keep it short and sweet; I can’t act like I am giving in to anyone. I just say I’m bored, pick me up at noon.
He is right on the dot. We head out to lunch and he talks me into eating a real lunch again. We head to Buckingham Palace. He jokes that we really do have to hit the tourist traps before we get to the seedier and real London. Rubbing elbows with royalty is right up my alley, so I enjoy the day. Of course, I don’t see any royals.
I do get lots of admiring looks from blokes all day long. That is a nice ego boost. I also get Jason’s hand and arm around me most of the day, which is a boost too.
The day ends after dinner again. He asks me if I like movies, he is in the mood and would like to have
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