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fully
prepared to deal with the awkwardness to come. She secretly hoped
he would sneak out the window, but sincerely doubted it, so she
resigned herself to making something for breakfast.
The old grandfather clock in the living room
said 7:49, which actually was a bit later than she was used to
waking, but early enough to still merit coffee.
She fixed a good helping of scrambled eggs,
popped a few pieces of bread in the toaster, and dug through her
refrigerator for some bacon. Her trusty bottle of Tylenol
relinquished two tablets, which she drank down with the first cup
of coffee from the pot.
Chuckles sat on the counter, watching her
cook, meowing like a water buffalo whenever she walked past him
without petting his head. She dropped a piece of bacon in his bowl,
and sat him on the floor to devour his treat. No wonder they were
overweight, sharing bacon, eggs, and often a hamburger and
fries.
Another two pieces of toast popped up, and
she buttered them both, before laughing as her misfit cat played
with his bacon like it was a cat toy. Okay, so they both enjoyed
food, just in slightly different ways. She definitely didn’t play
with hers as Chuckles did.
She fixed herself a plate, sitting at the
island bar to eat and watch the entertainment her cat was
providing. They both finished their breakfast at the same time, and
she was glad that her stomach had settled and her headache had
begun to lessen.
She began to tidy up a bit, leaving
breakfast sitting covered on the stove in case her guest wanted
any.
Jacob. Yeah, she remembered his name.
Surprisingly really, after all the drinks last night. Then again
the sex had been good enough to commit him to memory. Granted, she
was rather ashamed of herself for bringing home a complete
stranger, a stripper, at that. But she figured they would never see
each other again after today, so no big deal, really.
Her keys and gift bag were on the floor next
to the front door, and she was somewhat curious what kind of gift a
strip club gives out. She sat on the couch, turning on the TV, not
really interested in whatever automatically came on, and dumped the
bag onto the cushions next to her.
There was a rather lumpy ugly white teddy
bear with red letters spelling Happy Birthday across its tummy, in
bad stitching. It looked like it had previously been thrown into a
wood chipper then haphazardly sewn back together.
There was also an organza bag stitched with
the words “Happy Nights” across its front. Inside was a small tube
of lubricant, a bright pink condom, a cock ring, and a packet of
flavored dust with a feather. She laughed at the thought of a
masculine man like Jacob wrapped in a hot pink condom. She just
didn’t see that happening. All the goodies went back into their
organza bag, and she reached for the next thing on the
cushions.
A coupon for 2 free drinks at the club.
Well, that could go in the trash. She decided she would never again
grace that place.
And last, there was a CD. No cover, no
writing, just a recorded CD. Probably a crappy mix of the club's
strip songs. Of course, curiosity got the better of her, and she
walked to her desk nestled along the front wall of the living room,
and powered up her laptop. After a few seconds, the screen cleared,
and she slid the CD into the drive, hoping it wouldn't wipe her
system. It engaged, giving a soft whirring noise, then a box popped
up asking which program to use to open the data. She chose, and
clicked okay. Another popped up, asking her if she wanted it to
automatically be saved to her online backup site. Sure, why
not?
Chuckles went on rampage. He was behind her,
attacking something, the sound of ripping fabric harsh in her ears.
She turned to see what the heck had her cat so furious and was
surprised to see he hated her gift teddy bear. It was destroyed.
Fuzz and teddy parts were lying all around the couch, with the
culprit still attacking the larger body section.
“Chuckles!” She threw a pen at him,
startling
prepared to deal with the awkwardness to come. She secretly hoped
he would sneak out the window, but sincerely doubted it, so she
resigned herself to making something for breakfast.
The old grandfather clock in the living room
said 7:49, which actually was a bit later than she was used to
waking, but early enough to still merit coffee.
She fixed a good helping of scrambled eggs,
popped a few pieces of bread in the toaster, and dug through her
refrigerator for some bacon. Her trusty bottle of Tylenol
relinquished two tablets, which she drank down with the first cup
of coffee from the pot.
Chuckles sat on the counter, watching her
cook, meowing like a water buffalo whenever she walked past him
without petting his head. She dropped a piece of bacon in his bowl,
and sat him on the floor to devour his treat. No wonder they were
overweight, sharing bacon, eggs, and often a hamburger and
fries.
Another two pieces of toast popped up, and
she buttered them both, before laughing as her misfit cat played
with his bacon like it was a cat toy. Okay, so they both enjoyed
food, just in slightly different ways. She definitely didn’t play
with hers as Chuckles did.
She fixed herself a plate, sitting at the
island bar to eat and watch the entertainment her cat was
providing. They both finished their breakfast at the same time, and
she was glad that her stomach had settled and her headache had
begun to lessen.
She began to tidy up a bit, leaving
breakfast sitting covered on the stove in case her guest wanted
any.
Jacob. Yeah, she remembered his name.
Surprisingly really, after all the drinks last night. Then again
the sex had been good enough to commit him to memory. Granted, she
was rather ashamed of herself for bringing home a complete
stranger, a stripper, at that. But she figured they would never see
each other again after today, so no big deal, really.
Her keys and gift bag were on the floor next
to the front door, and she was somewhat curious what kind of gift a
strip club gives out. She sat on the couch, turning on the TV, not
really interested in whatever automatically came on, and dumped the
bag onto the cushions next to her.
There was a rather lumpy ugly white teddy
bear with red letters spelling Happy Birthday across its tummy, in
bad stitching. It looked like it had previously been thrown into a
wood chipper then haphazardly sewn back together.
There was also an organza bag stitched with
the words “Happy Nights” across its front. Inside was a small tube
of lubricant, a bright pink condom, a cock ring, and a packet of
flavored dust with a feather. She laughed at the thought of a
masculine man like Jacob wrapped in a hot pink condom. She just
didn’t see that happening. All the goodies went back into their
organza bag, and she reached for the next thing on the
cushions.
A coupon for 2 free drinks at the club.
Well, that could go in the trash. She decided she would never again
grace that place.
And last, there was a CD. No cover, no
writing, just a recorded CD. Probably a crappy mix of the club's
strip songs. Of course, curiosity got the better of her, and she
walked to her desk nestled along the front wall of the living room,
and powered up her laptop. After a few seconds, the screen cleared,
and she slid the CD into the drive, hoping it wouldn't wipe her
system. It engaged, giving a soft whirring noise, then a box popped
up asking which program to use to open the data. She chose, and
clicked okay. Another popped up, asking her if she wanted it to
automatically be saved to her online backup site. Sure, why
not?
Chuckles went on rampage. He was behind her,
attacking something, the sound of ripping fabric harsh in her ears.
She turned to see what the heck had her cat so furious and was
surprised to see he hated her gift teddy bear. It was destroyed.
Fuzz and teddy parts were lying all around the couch, with the
culprit still attacking the larger body section.
“Chuckles!” She threw a pen at him,
startling
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