The FeBims Chronicles: The Final Chapter **** We were in bed; it was a Saturday morning, and we both had absolutely nowhere to go… “Babe, should we go see a movie? I’m checking the list of movies showing now…” “Yea we could, but I’m starving. I need food in my stomach before I can think
“Hey wonderful… heyyyyy. How’s work going? Oh you closed already? … Yea I figured. Ok listen, you have your key, yea? … Oh, no I’m home, I just need to take a long bath; need you to open the door to the house yourself? … No no I’m alright, totally. I just had a somewhat
“So, I don’t understand; tell me again how you’re needing new lingerie like every other week!” I smiled as Ranti asked her questions; with all the goodness those blessed lingerie have been bringing in the form of rock hard-edness, why wouldn’t I want them every week! I should get ‘em like every three days, even.
Things had been slow… no, not slow; ‘dry’ would be the word. And to be honest, neither of us tried to put any effort into making things a little better. I walked to the kitchen counter and set my wine glass down… things can’t go on this way, everything was gradually falling apart. More