Watching Aggie introduce our dogs to my house was killing me. She was like a damn kid at Christmas, running around the house, the big dog and little one trailing her.
“And this is where you’ll sleep. And this is my room. And this is Ice’s room. And this is the bathroom. And this is the kitchen. And this-”
Pounds were depressing forms of torture. I hated wandering their lengths seeing the desperate faces of abandoned animals staring up at me through the bars, knowing I'd never be able to save them all. I reached out, blindly clutching at Ice's hand. He let me, squeezing it warmly when I needed the reassurance.
It's been a bit of a weird, hectic week over at Cong HQ. Hospital visits, sickness and freezing cold weather. I'm ready for a change in the temperature!
Let's get into what I've been writing this week.
I watched as Aggie wandered through my house. Earlier, her mood had been light, playful. Watching her eat breakfast and joke had made me burn. I’d wanted her in my bed, between my legs, watching her take my cock.
“It’s a garage sale, sister.” My brother’s lazy drawl came from the porch. I swung, seeing him lounging on a chair with a beer and bunch of his friends. Guys from school. Guys who had no business being in my house.
It's been a week of medical tests and rushing around at work - so pretty hectic at Kim HQ, but I've managed to get in some blogging about The Bachelor (more on that shortly) and some fast words for the two works in progress I've got going on.
When I was younger, I was abnormally tall. Too tall for my age, all legs and feet and awkward limbs. My brother and his friends would pick on me at school. Kids are cruel, and I was an easy target. Years of guys and girls lumping shit on me taught me that I was worth nothing. I was smart but I was awkward, no easy come back or defence ever sprang to my lips. Instead I’d shuffle away, hunched shoulders, blushing and trying not to cry.