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.She would roam the dating sites and tell lies about herself.For a couple of years my brothers and I felt sorry for her but we didn’t care anymore.She had grown accustomed to being the grieving widow and there was little any of us could do for her.She would roll out of bed eventually to let Potato in and then panic would set in.She did not know how to work the coffee maker.At least that is what she said.Perhaps she would figure it out if she got desperate.“Jenna?” Ryder called out from bed.“Be right there,” I said.I had managed to find my shirt.Who knew where the rest of my attire was.I walked back into the bedroom.It was the “morning after” kind of awkwardness.“Go back to sleep Ryder.We were up late last night.I have to run home before my mother’s dog wakes up the entire neighborhood.”I spotted the rest of my clothes next to the bed.I leaned over to pick up my bra and panties when Ryder pulled me back into bed.His body in the early sunlight was more tempting than it had been the night before.“You feel so fucking good.To hell with the dog,” he said and softly kissed my lips.“We will have to pick this up later.I have to get an early start on the day.” I kissed him on the lips and stood up to get dressed.I could feel his eyes upon me as I fastened my bra and slipped into my panties and jeans.I dressed slowly because I liked knowing that he was watching me.In an instant, Ryder jumped out of bed.I thought he was going to grab me from behind, which wouldn’t have been bad.Nope.He sprinted towards the bathroom.From the bathroom, I could hear him vomiting.It was an awful guttural sound.The pinot gris must have been too much for him.I was surprised because I was usually the lightweight.“Want me to wait out here until you are finished to make sure that you are okay? Do you need anything? I can grab you a cool towel and a couple of ibuprofen.There must be some in the other bathroom,” I called through the closed door.“Jenna.Please just go home.I will be fine.I drank too much or maybe it was the shrimp.We will talk soon.I know where you live.” Ryder tried to make a joke but he could barely speak between yaks.I didn’t want to leave him alone, but he obviously didn’t want me there.He said talk soon, which did not seem specific enough for the night we had just shared.Hoping he would call me, I went home to face my mom’s fifty questions and brush my teeth.On the way home I nearly tripped over Potato.The dog looked at me as though he knew what I had done the night before.I was hoping the rest of the people I encountered that day would not know the same.I stumbled into the house where I found my mom in a battle with the coffee maker.It was a mess.She still smelled of gin from the night before.A mixture of whole beans and coffee were scattered across the floor.“It is about time you came home.I was not sure if you were sleeping in late or dead.There was no one to let Potato in and the coffee was not made so I looked in your room.There was no Jenna.You did not answer your phone.A couple of more hours and I was going to call the cops.”“Sorry mom.I should have called.Let me assist you with the coffee maker.For starters, you can’t brew whole beans.I can see you figured it out.The grinder is out but you had a little difficulty with that.The thing can be confusing.I will take care of it this time but you will have to learn to work with it eventually.It may be best to make the trip to the Coffee Shack.”“Enough Jenna.Don’t treat me like a kid.Just make the god damn coffee.”My mother sat down at the kitchen table.It was obvious that the coffee fiasco had embarrassed her.She had not always been a helpless woman and occasionally I noticed a hint of the old Marnie Walsh.I poured a cup of coffee, which cleared out the cobwebs.“Mom, I met the neighbor next-door.” I had not planned to share my evening with Ryder with my mother.The events of the previous evening were built up inside of me so I decided to give the PG-13 version.She didn’t know about the blow job or us sleeping naked together.I told her we fell asleep on the couch.“What is the guy’s name and how the hell did you meet him? I’ll bet he came by to thank you for the pie.”“Not exactly.I knew Ryder all along.” I continued to tell my tale.My mother’s reaction was priceless.If she was still tipsy from the night before, she was stunned into sobriety.“So are you going to see him again? Well, obviously you will see him because he lives next-door.It will be uncomfortable if things were left on a sour note.I can’t imagine opening up a wound over and over again.What if he brings a lady home with him…which will happen.You got into it now Jenna,” my mother said.She seemed to want company in her misery.She enjoyed it when I mis-stepped.“I shouldn’t have said anything.If you run into Ryder, don’t mention me.Treat him just as if you would a neighbor.Be friendly and please don’t try to date him.I am going to change and go for a run.”---The next day I threw on some spandex.I inserted my ear buds and turned on my iPod.If Ryder had one it would have been nicer than mine.Everything he had was new generation.I kept everything until it no longer worked.I was too poor to do otherwise.I had a pop mix that my 12-year old nephew created.He was on the cutting edge of everything current.He had a way of making me feel ancient at 18-years old.As I headed to the nearby river, I glanced in Ryder’s driveway where I spotted his Lexus.Parked behind his vehicle was another car.I felt a twinge of jealousy and suspicion.It was not a feeling I liked or that I had ever experienced so strongly in the past.I took a long slow run to clear my head.I thought it was frustrating the way things were left with Ryder.I knew his age…and that he had a big dick but little else.I didn’t really know him at all [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She would roam the dating sites and tell lies about herself.For a couple of years my brothers and I felt sorry for her but we didn’t care anymore.She had grown accustomed to being the grieving widow and there was little any of us could do for her.She would roll out of bed eventually to let Potato in and then panic would set in.She did not know how to work the coffee maker.At least that is what she said.Perhaps she would figure it out if she got desperate.“Jenna?” Ryder called out from bed.“Be right there,” I said.I had managed to find my shirt.Who knew where the rest of my attire was.I walked back into the bedroom.It was the “morning after” kind of awkwardness.“Go back to sleep Ryder.We were up late last night.I have to run home before my mother’s dog wakes up the entire neighborhood.”I spotted the rest of my clothes next to the bed.I leaned over to pick up my bra and panties when Ryder pulled me back into bed.His body in the early sunlight was more tempting than it had been the night before.“You feel so fucking good.To hell with the dog,” he said and softly kissed my lips.“We will have to pick this up later.I have to get an early start on the day.” I kissed him on the lips and stood up to get dressed.I could feel his eyes upon me as I fastened my bra and slipped into my panties and jeans.I dressed slowly because I liked knowing that he was watching me.In an instant, Ryder jumped out of bed.I thought he was going to grab me from behind, which wouldn’t have been bad.Nope.He sprinted towards the bathroom.From the bathroom, I could hear him vomiting.It was an awful guttural sound.The pinot gris must have been too much for him.I was surprised because I was usually the lightweight.“Want me to wait out here until you are finished to make sure that you are okay? Do you need anything? I can grab you a cool towel and a couple of ibuprofen.There must be some in the other bathroom,” I called through the closed door.“Jenna.Please just go home.I will be fine.I drank too much or maybe it was the shrimp.We will talk soon.I know where you live.” Ryder tried to make a joke but he could barely speak between yaks.I didn’t want to leave him alone, but he obviously didn’t want me there.He said talk soon, which did not seem specific enough for the night we had just shared.Hoping he would call me, I went home to face my mom’s fifty questions and brush my teeth.On the way home I nearly tripped over Potato.The dog looked at me as though he knew what I had done the night before.I was hoping the rest of the people I encountered that day would not know the same.I stumbled into the house where I found my mom in a battle with the coffee maker.It was a mess.She still smelled of gin from the night before.A mixture of whole beans and coffee were scattered across the floor.“It is about time you came home.I was not sure if you were sleeping in late or dead.There was no one to let Potato in and the coffee was not made so I looked in your room.There was no Jenna.You did not answer your phone.A couple of more hours and I was going to call the cops.”“Sorry mom.I should have called.Let me assist you with the coffee maker.For starters, you can’t brew whole beans.I can see you figured it out.The grinder is out but you had a little difficulty with that.The thing can be confusing.I will take care of it this time but you will have to learn to work with it eventually.It may be best to make the trip to the Coffee Shack.”“Enough Jenna.Don’t treat me like a kid.Just make the god damn coffee.”My mother sat down at the kitchen table.It was obvious that the coffee fiasco had embarrassed her.She had not always been a helpless woman and occasionally I noticed a hint of the old Marnie Walsh.I poured a cup of coffee, which cleared out the cobwebs.“Mom, I met the neighbor next-door.” I had not planned to share my evening with Ryder with my mother.The events of the previous evening were built up inside of me so I decided to give the PG-13 version.She didn’t know about the blow job or us sleeping naked together.I told her we fell asleep on the couch.“What is the guy’s name and how the hell did you meet him? I’ll bet he came by to thank you for the pie.”“Not exactly.I knew Ryder all along.” I continued to tell my tale.My mother’s reaction was priceless.If she was still tipsy from the night before, she was stunned into sobriety.“So are you going to see him again? Well, obviously you will see him because he lives next-door.It will be uncomfortable if things were left on a sour note.I can’t imagine opening up a wound over and over again.What if he brings a lady home with him…which will happen.You got into it now Jenna,” my mother said.She seemed to want company in her misery.She enjoyed it when I mis-stepped.“I shouldn’t have said anything.If you run into Ryder, don’t mention me.Treat him just as if you would a neighbor.Be friendly and please don’t try to date him.I am going to change and go for a run.”---The next day I threw on some spandex.I inserted my ear buds and turned on my iPod.If Ryder had one it would have been nicer than mine.Everything he had was new generation.I kept everything until it no longer worked.I was too poor to do otherwise.I had a pop mix that my 12-year old nephew created.He was on the cutting edge of everything current.He had a way of making me feel ancient at 18-years old.As I headed to the nearby river, I glanced in Ryder’s driveway where I spotted his Lexus.Parked behind his vehicle was another car.I felt a twinge of jealousy and suspicion.It was not a feeling I liked or that I had ever experienced so strongly in the past.I took a long slow run to clear my head.I thought it was frustrating the way things were left with Ryder.I knew his age…and that he had a big dick but little else.I didn’t really know him at all [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]