pity and loneness. Because God knows that, that is such a better way of living than taking a chance on romance. “There was such a sarcastic tone in Kris’ voice, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or throw a pancake at her head. So Instead I sat there with arms crossed shooting daggers at her head. “Look alls I am saying is you don’t need to run anymore. It’s been over 2 years. Do you think your mama would want you it drown yourself in ice cream?” Holding up a hand to cut me off she starts shaking her head no. “No Ry she wouldn’t she would want you to live and have a great time doing it.”
“Are we done with mini intervention? Because if we are I need to shower. You guys need to clean up this mess and then we can do some retail therapy. Sound good? Ok be out in 30.” I head for my room and start undressing. Tension is pouring off my body and I feel like I need a release. I have never been the type to touch myself but after last night I feel the need to.
I am standing under the stream of water letting the hard pellets of the showerhead hit me and smooth away my tension all while thinking about that moment by the wall. His skin up against mine, his breathe heavy with need, his eyes filled with lust. His words come back to haunt me;
I want to be inside you …..I want to kiss every inch of you….
Those simple words had turned me on so bad that I could barely concentrate on my shower. I just want him out of my head. I keep telling myself that I can’t cross that line again. I gave my heart away and it was returned to me I like a pile of broken glass. I need to get myself together and find myself before I lose myself once again.
Stepping out of the shower I thought I would feel better but now I just feel worse. Maybe my release isn’t based on sexual tension, maybe its internal combustion that I am fighting back. Sitting here debating on what type of release I am going to have isn’t going to get me through the week let alone the year. Pulling myself together I get myself ready for the day.
As I enter the kitchen and here the tail end of a conversation that I am not so sure I should have heard. “I know she is hurting but she needs to move on. And what better way to move on than to move under another……I am just saying that he is a lot better reason than the tub of cookie dough ice cream.” I think that was Ky giving her two cents into the mix. “I know what you’re trying to say but we all know how she is. She doesn’t need to get under she just needs to get over.”Kris sounded defensive with her comeback to Ky. “Look maybe we should just call Renee. We all know she is the only one that can snap Ryan out of her funk and get her to move one.” A reasoning Amanda chimed in. “Maybe your right but she is three hours away how is she supposed to come in and get her in gear.”
“I don’t know but something is worth a shot. She can’t keep turning down every guy that comes her way. I don’t want to see her as the lonely cat lady. Plus this stuff with Jason and his new girl could really break her even more. I mean come on what if they get married and what if they decided that they want to have kids. What then? How are we going to pick her up from that? Hell I don’t even know if I would be able to get over that. He has always been Uncle Jason to my kids.” All three agreed with Amanda’s statement and her statement hit home.
Like home as in my heart where it had no business being. What would I do? How would I be able to react to that? It was bad enough I found myself in bed crying over him loving someone else. But to have him married and start a family……. I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t make it.
Pulling myself from my thoughts I put a brave face on and enter the kitchen. “All right ladies are we ready to go? I need some new clothes and some sexy undergarments, so let’s get this show on the road.”
The day was long and the
“Are we done with mini intervention? Because if we are I need to shower. You guys need to clean up this mess and then we can do some retail therapy. Sound good? Ok be out in 30.” I head for my room and start undressing. Tension is pouring off my body and I feel like I need a release. I have never been the type to touch myself but after last night I feel the need to.
I am standing under the stream of water letting the hard pellets of the showerhead hit me and smooth away my tension all while thinking about that moment by the wall. His skin up against mine, his breathe heavy with need, his eyes filled with lust. His words come back to haunt me;
I want to be inside you …..I want to kiss every inch of you….
Those simple words had turned me on so bad that I could barely concentrate on my shower. I just want him out of my head. I keep telling myself that I can’t cross that line again. I gave my heart away and it was returned to me I like a pile of broken glass. I need to get myself together and find myself before I lose myself once again.
Stepping out of the shower I thought I would feel better but now I just feel worse. Maybe my release isn’t based on sexual tension, maybe its internal combustion that I am fighting back. Sitting here debating on what type of release I am going to have isn’t going to get me through the week let alone the year. Pulling myself together I get myself ready for the day.
As I enter the kitchen and here the tail end of a conversation that I am not so sure I should have heard. “I know she is hurting but she needs to move on. And what better way to move on than to move under another……I am just saying that he is a lot better reason than the tub of cookie dough ice cream.” I think that was Ky giving her two cents into the mix. “I know what you’re trying to say but we all know how she is. She doesn’t need to get under she just needs to get over.”Kris sounded defensive with her comeback to Ky. “Look maybe we should just call Renee. We all know she is the only one that can snap Ryan out of her funk and get her to move one.” A reasoning Amanda chimed in. “Maybe your right but she is three hours away how is she supposed to come in and get her in gear.”
“I don’t know but something is worth a shot. She can’t keep turning down every guy that comes her way. I don’t want to see her as the lonely cat lady. Plus this stuff with Jason and his new girl could really break her even more. I mean come on what if they get married and what if they decided that they want to have kids. What then? How are we going to pick her up from that? Hell I don’t even know if I would be able to get over that. He has always been Uncle Jason to my kids.” All three agreed with Amanda’s statement and her statement hit home.
Like home as in my heart where it had no business being. What would I do? How would I be able to react to that? It was bad enough I found myself in bed crying over him loving someone else. But to have him married and start a family……. I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t make it.
Pulling myself from my thoughts I put a brave face on and enter the kitchen. “All right ladies are we ready to go? I need some new clothes and some sexy undergarments, so let’s get this show on the road.”
The day was long and the
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