Last night’s agenda? Messed up by comic book day. I have to remember to just not schedule anything on a Wednesday ever again. It’s been the same routine every Wednesday for a few weeks now. I will have something planned later in the night, and it will never happen. So just a memo to everyone out there, consider Wednesdays booked until further notice.
I asked the grip to take my car in for an oil change when I was at work. He left late and got stuck in traffic. He met me out by work at a place nearby to do it, but they didn’t have the filter.
So off to home and the comic shop.
He had this grey trenchcoat and a green Multiple Man tshirt on. I wasn’t sure which toon he reminded me of, but I couldn’t get over the deja vu.
We got back to my place and he pulled out a flash drive. I got caught up with Walking dead and was reading the singles last night. I feel ripped off. I’ve only read it in trades so far and if I didn’t have 6 issues to read in a sitting, I would have felt blue balled.. well if I had balls.
He renders me handicapped. Seriously. One minute he’s showering me with nerdy gifts, the next hes pulling my hair, throwing me on the bed and slamming me repeatedly.
I finish round 1 and attempt to turn to him. I can’t move. My entire body is just stuck there.
“I can’t move my legs. You’ve rendered me paraplegic.”
He chuckled as he put his hands across my body again.
“I have to go babe. I’m going to be late for work.”
“Be late. Call in sick. Just stay and fuck me repeatedly. You know you want to.”
“I really have to go to work hun. You know I can’t.”
He started to get dressed. He went to the computer to put on an “exit song.” I looked at him with puppy eyes.
“I’m not satisfied. I didn’t get mine.”
“No really, I didn’t get mine.” I said with a grin.
“You are a really horrible liar. I have to go to work.”
“When we get our place, I want it more often. Not like all these couples do when they move in together and poof there goes their sex life. Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle that?”
He didn’t want to go. I know he didn’t want to go. I grabbed his jacket and put it on.
“This is huge dear.”
“You’re just tiny.”
“What if I showed up at your place just like this?”
“Babe I need to go, hand me the coat.”
I sat on the end of the bed and pulled his belt loops.
“You’re not going anywhere yet…”
Sometimes I always get what I want.