The pricey weekend (part one!) - MY CAR!

Well, what a weekend… Haven’t a clue where to even start other than it was a pretty pricey weekend and I didn’t even go anywhere!

I shall start with Friday. As soon as mum returned home from work she got into my car and reversed it out of the garage. Surprisingly it started first time after being left in storage for the past nine months. I got in with her and we drove off to the local Ford dealership where it was booked in for the MOT. We left my car there overnight to have all of the necessary work done to get it back on the road and through the dreaded MOT! I left them with a new wing mirror to be fixed onto the car (a lovely Cornish thug kicked it off last year on my last regional trip!) and knew that a part of the suspension needed replacing, so I was preparing myself for it to cost approximately £300. I could handle that, that money was put aside in my savings account.
However I was soon proved wrong. The dealership called me later in the afternoon whilst I was on the phone to Paypal, but that’s another story! They called to explain that both sides of the suspension needed replacing and the “front nearside mount” whatever one of those is. It also apparently needs 3 new tyres and there is a crack in the coolant tank, strange that I never saw a damp patch in the garage.

I said to only do the urgent work to get it through the MOT and the cost soon mounted to £380!!! And I still needed to get the tyres and coolant issue sorted! Oh and the tax. Ouch!

Believe me, there is much more still to come... However I am too tired and stressed out, so I shall save it till tomorrow!

And the Nominees Are...

On another note, I have found out today that I have been nominated for the best of the blogs awards! Make a note in your diaries, voting starts 14th April! I have never won anything before, and it feels a privilege just to have been nominated! Considering that I am writing all of this anonymously, it will be somewhat a struggle to get many votes, so I am relying on you lot! Go on, give me a bit of a moral boost! Please? Maybe just a little one?
Right, now back to the books!

The book worm (attempt)

Oh my God, I am actually sat in a library doing work for the first time since I dropped out of college (five long years ago!)! And I have to say, I don’t like it! People are blatantly not being quiet like you are supposed to be and I am to busy watching what everyone else is doing and making sure they don’t invade my personal space! And not only that but it smells! It is vile and is actually making me feel rather ill!
When I walked into the library, I asked the man on the front counter if it was ok to use my laptop in here and he was quite helpful and whispered “Yes but you need to go to the next floor and use a study booth, you can’t get the internet in here though”. I followed his advice and headed over to the old rusty lift and entered the little box of doom. It slowly moved upwards creaking and groaning all the way and then stopped. I waited nearly half a minute for the door to open, but when you are claustrophobic it seemed like a lifetime.
I edged my way out and glimpsed around for a free booth only to discover that there were no booths what-so-ever! I headed towards the computer area and found an empty table surrounded by shelves where I have remained since. I have only been here 10 minutes and I feel ill. I want to go home but have to wait an hour for a lift from my mother! Damn it!

And Relax, Phew!

Well, the great Southern house hunt is officially over! I viewed two properties yesterday, one in a rather prestigious part of the town I work in and the other just off the town centre.
The first one I viewed was a no as soon as I stepped in the door. The hallway was laminated but very uneven. You felt as if you were drunk walking through there! The single 40 year old male landlord (and potential housemate) showed us upstairs to the room, it was awful. The room had absolutely no character, was cold and had mysterious Chinese symbols around the door and window. I certainly didn’t feel comfortable in there and not only that but it had a single bed! How would I explain that to someone I take home?!
The man then went on to explain that his 16 year old son usually stays over a couple of times a week, hm, yeah that’ll be a no then! And just to make matters worse, he was a musician and admitted to getting most of his inspiration to compose at ridiculous times in the morning! We then saw the kitchen. Let’s just put it this way, all council houses have nicer kitchen standards than that! All I wanted to do was run out of the front door back to the safety of the car. We made our excuses and headed off back into the town to view the second property.
We were just around the corner from a house I saw last week and walked up to a hideous glass front door, you know the one, usually found in a council house as a back door! I was keeping an open mind though as I had chatted with the girl living there a lot online and she seemed nice enough. We walked in through a relatively narrow hallway (it was a terrace house and looked small from the front) and soon entered what can only be described as a Tardis! For all of you non Doctor Who fans, a Tardis is something which is a lot bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside. The lounge had obviously once been two separate rooms knocked into one and was enormous, and very bright and airy.
We walked into the kitchen/diner to again be shocked at the enormity of the room! It had a row of cupboards and built in appliances stretching for at least 12 feet along one wall and a large dining table (to seat 6 comfortably) the other side of the room. I was told that I would have my own fridge and that we would share the freezer space, I’d of rather had my own freezer and shared the fridge, but hey, what can you do?! I soon spotted a rather drafty hole in the kitchens exterior wall which Mo (the girl) told me was for the cat as she couldn’t get a cat flap to go through the French doors leading to the garden so she created a kitty tunnel! I think I may help her on finding an alternative to get that hole blocked up!
I saw into the garden, which obviously needed some grass seed putting down, and saw there was a strong, secure looking shed. That’s my storage problem solved! Mo took us upstairs and into my room. First impression… It blatantly needs a good lick of paint! Oh and that carpet, yuck! It was a beautiful colour, however bright lilac really doesn’t look right as a carpet! The ceiling also matched the carpet, ouch!
It had all the essential furniture to get me started, bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers, desk. Sorted! And there was plenty more storage on the landing, all of the cupboards are currently empty, however Mo explained that they can be used for me if need be. The bathroom was like a sardine tin, but even so, I’m not exactly going to be in there too long! The cat then made his way up to meet me. He was a gorgeous ginger tomcat and rather vocal with it! It turns out his name is Tango, I have gone from Noodles to Tango, fabulous!
We went back downstairs to discuss the rent and any issues we may or may not have and sat down with Mo’s dad and step mum (they own the house). I said straight away that I wanted to put a deposit down. All of them looked pretty happy with me, but I am still paranoid that they may change their minds! Other than my paranoia the house is perfect for me, and not only that but Mo and I seem to have loads in common and are both just as ditzy as each other!
I can move in starting a week on Tuesday, now all I need to do is to find someone who has a large car or van! Everyone I know seems to have hatch backs! Might be a few trips I think despite it being an hour each way. The joys of moving.

Juggling lifes everything and anything

I am juggling, metaphorically speaking of course as I can only juggle with two balls although am willing to try more if you know what I‘m saying! I have received the results for my first assignment for my accounting course… I got… drum roll please… A grade A!!! This is the first A I have ever received, like ever! As you can tell I am completely thrilled by this result and it has spurred me on to continue trying my damned hardest to complete the course ASAP.
I have been tackling the Payroll unit today. There’s not a lot there but boy is it a lot to take in. It has completely thrown me off and I think it will take a lot of practice before I finally “get it”. I have decided though, when I have completed the course, I do not want to become a payroll administrator! I would much rather pay someone else to do it as my poor little brain is getting fried!
Yesterday I decided it was about time I sorted through all of my boxes currently being stored in mum’s back room, as when I do find a house, I don’t think I will have much storage space. Mum has already said that when I go, I need to take everything. Bugger, I always thought parents houses were there to act as essential storage of prized childhood possessions! Hmm, obviously not this one, I may ask my dad about storing a few bits and pieces in his 3 bed house, he has one completely empty bedroom and the guest room only has a computer table in it! Plenty of space.
I managed to sort through one box and threw out a few old computer manuals which I won’t ever need and was just getting to sort out the old Disney video collection when I spider crawled out from under a piece of paper. I may still have a broken leg, but believe me, if there’s a spider involved I can still move damn sharpish! Since the spider incident I haven’t returned to the large stack of videos and the dreaded box. I may go down armed with the Hoover I think!
At present when I take a break from my course and the practice questions I am desperately trying to catch up blogging. So I apologise if things are going a bit slower than normal, being off work means I have a lot of other things to be doing! Mind you, it’s going to be even more hectic when I am back to work!

American adventures to come

This is a perfect example of me attracting yet again another complication in my life. Just a few days ago I added an old work colleague to my Face Book friend list. He is someone that was more of an acquaintance, I worked directly with him a few times when I was having to rescue their store from the bottomless pit that is failed audit. The first time we met, the store manager had gone AWOL and he was left in charge. I turned up in store unannounced and as a new face to him. That week I learnt a lot about him… He enjoyed being a manager, ordering everyone around and generally sitting back being a slob! I seem to remember him playing football in the back office whilst I was left to complete the closing down routine. Very responsible guy!
He emailed me a couple of days ago to say congratulations on having gotten married. You see, he moved back to the states 2 years ago when his visa expired. I explained to him that the marriage had broken down due to Dale changing massively but didn’t go into any details. All day we were emailing when he suddenly invited me over to the states to stay with him for a week or two. Which obviously, the opportunity of a cheap holiday was not one to be missed and I gladly accepted his offer for next year.
He asked me if I would need to ask permission from my husband to go and stay with a big black American which I gladly replied “I don’t need permission from anyone, I am my own person, plus the divorce begins in a couple of months. Would your wife be aware of me staying?”
He went on to explain he has a wife and it is often easier to ask forgiveness than it is to ask for permission. This got my cogs turning and wondering why he would need to ask forgiveness, and then it twigged, all through our conversation, he had been flirting and I had been playing straight into his hands right up to the point where I was explaining about my double jointed-ness and how I need to work really hard as I missed the fun I used to have with it!
How could I have been so stupid?! I knew that he had a wife and I still couldn’t resist talking about my old party trick of being uber-double jointed in arms and legs. Idiot! Did he think that I was coming over because I wanted a shag? Perhaps he, like Lou, thought I’d be up for a threesome. Perhaps my cheap holiday might not be such a good idea!
Ignoring that last conversation I began planning my American adventure, I would fly to Virginia and stay for a week with the American Manager, then hire a car and do a road trip travelling down south to New York over a couple of days. I would stop off at New York and stay with an old school friend. I grew up with him in a small village and we were best of friends, however the usual thing happened, when we got into secondary school, we grew apart. We would still talk, but no where near on the same level. It would be good to catch up with him. Following New York, I would get back on the road and continue South to Florida, where we have some family friends who run a restaurant. Fingers crossed they would put me up for a few days so I could enjoy the beach bum lifestyle!
Only time will tell, and if my bank balance will allow following my Malaysian excursion planned for later this year! And who knows, what happens stateside, stays stateside (and on my blog of course!).

Let's talk

I have finally managed to track down my manager! I got hold of him yesterday via text message and I think I ended up scaring him a little!
Me - “Sonny, I really need to speak to you urgently. Call me ASAP”
Much later in the day he finally replied “Hey Kel, sorry I haven’t been answering, my phones fucked up. What’s up?”
Me - “Can you call me from a different phone?”
Sonny - “Is it that important?”
Me - “Sort of yeah. I’d rather talk about it than text.”
Sonny - “Can you call me in store tomorrow? I’ll be back in then.”
This morning I text him requesting that he calls me from the cordless phone. Last thing I wanted was the other guys listening in and gossiping about me too. A couple of minutes later my phone rang. “Work - landline”. I answered and was quick to tell him he needed to go somewhere quiet and private, away from the other employees. He sounded rather panicked which made me fell a bit better, if the rumours about my job were true I wanted him to feel crap as he was supposed to be a friend and I had done plenty to help him out in the past on a more personal basis as well as getting him out of sticky situations at work.
He had a usual flirty comeback “you just wanna talk dirty to me, don’t you? I know what you’re like Kel”
“You know I always want to talk dirty to you sonny boy” I replied in a sultry tone. Once I heard the door code being entered and the locks snap shut behind him I knew that I would be safe to talk to him.
“Right, talk to me, you’re getting me really nervous now.” He said sounding a little shaky.
“Well, I don’t know where to start… To put it simply I have heard a rumour from a couple of people now saying that my job is not safe and that I will be put into a sales role when I come back. Please tell me that is not true?” I said laying it down in front of him, bluntly and straight to the point I thought!
“You what? I haven’t heard anything about that.” He said, sounding genuinely shocked. “I’ll speak to HR and the regional manager, they would know about it if that was the case.”
He hung up and about half an hour later he called me back to confirm that it was just a rumour and that my job was safe. “Thanks for scaring me half to death by the way! I’ve had enough of doing your job as well as mine! I need you back here!”
“Me scare you?! Think how I have been feeling, I’m looking for a new house at the moment too!” Cheeky git!
I now don’t know whether Sarah had really heard that I was being demoted on return from sick leave or if she is trying to get to me some how… Hmmm… I shall have to ponder on that one I think.

Rough times

Everything has now reached an all time low. I’m now clucking, no, I haven’t gone mad… It’s a slang term used when you are in need of a heroin fix. I’ve been clean for over three years now and this is the worse I have felt since going cold turkey all those years ago. I am guessing everything that has been happening lately has finally gotten to me and I have very few distractions.
I am waiting for a phone call from my manager as last night Sarah kept saying that my job was not safe and I would not have the same position when I return. And not only that, but there are no current sales vacancies in my store. I honestly don’t know whether to believe it or not, but one thing I do know is that my manager doesn’t seem to want to talk to me and certainly hasn’t suggested anything.
I kind of need to know now whether or not I have a job to go back to, I have 3 house viewings this weekend!

Rollercoaster of a night

My emotions are shot to pieces. I don’t even know where to start, nor how much to say. But I’ll give it a shot.
Tonight, I went out for a meal with a friend. For some unknown reason she suddenly started to ask me what I have done with my wedding and engagement rings. I don’t even remember how we got onto that conversation!
“They live in the ring box by my bed” I replied bluntly.
“Right, but why don’t you wear either of them?” She continued to question me from across the table.
“One, they aren’t exactly fancy, and two, I don’t like the memories attached to them.” I said beginning that familiar route down memory lane, but somehow stopping before getting emotional.
“Strange. I still wear my ring from my ex, but I just look at it and think ‘I got a nice ring!’” She said which somewhat surprised me.
Now, several hours later, whilst I am laid in bed with the TV off and nothing distracting me, my emotions have poured out along with the memories of getting those rings. I am sat looking at the box, remembering how Dale “proposed” to me.
I made him propose three times before I finally said that three letter word which would change my life. The first time he actually did get down on one knee, well, sort of! He was already sat on the floor after I had given him a shoulder massage and turned around to look up at me. “We ought to get married, I reckon you’d make a lovely little wife for me… Kelly, my wife for life” he had been drinking quite heavily that evening (I think he was up to his 12th can of larger at that point, I know he finished off an entire crate!) therefore my reply was short and sweet “ask me when you’re sober.” I seem to recall this proposal being just two months after we had met!
The second time, he did go down on one knee properly. I was sat in the lounge watching Eastenders (an English soap) after an exhausting 13 hour day at work and had just had to cook us both our evening meal. I was only there for a couple of hours as I was living a twenty minute drive from his flat at this point. Yet he still disturbed the crucial point of my programme and got down on his knee and looked at me with a nervous smirk on his face. “Will you marry me and be my wife for life?” I could tell from the smell of his breath that he had been drinking and he admitted to having a couple of cans to get the courage. “Nope, you shouldn’t need any dutch courage, ask me when you are completely sober!”
The third and final time he mentioned it in conversation one evening, just three and a half months after meeting me. “I really do think we make a great team. Shall we get married and we can make a proper go of it?” By this point I had moved the majority of my stuff into his any way, and he appeared to be such a nice caring guy, willing to do anything for me and to protect me. He also had a sweet son who had started to call me mummy and desperately wanted more children (that was a big plus for me!).
I smelt his breath for any trace of alcohol, seemed fine. “OK, I will marry you”. He gave me a cuddle and got out the Argos book (superstore which stocks everything from garden furniture to jewellery). He flicked through the ring section and said “which ones do you like?” The budget he gave me was £90 and no more than that! I know, classy guy. I should have known by that that we wouldn’t work! You see, I take after my mother and have expensive taste!
It was a couple of months later and we had a major row regarding the ring. My mum kept on at me (as did Jennie) about how I didn’t have a ring yet and he should be desperate to get a ring on my finger to show that I was taken. I had mentioned one of these conversations to Dale as we laid in bed late one night as it was starting to get to me that my mum didn’t trust my instinct (turned out she was right… bugger) and it was like Vesuvius erupting.
“Fine, I’ll get your bloody ring. I was going to do it to surprise you, take you somewhere like a busy restaurant and get down on one knee in front of everyone, but no, your mother has to butt in and take control. I’ll get your damn ring this weekend.” I was already upset, but that topped it. I sat there staring for a minute or two and then cried. He did his usual response to emotion and stormed off leaving me to it.
A month after the row, I came home from work after another tedious day visiting the Plymouth store. I had been on the road for nearly three hours and all I could think about was getting in and crashing out on the bed in Dale’s arms. The reality turned out somewhat different!
I cam in and collapsed on the sofa to see our little boy fast asleep on the other couch. I looked at him wondering how long he had been there and why his Dad was letting him stay in the lounge with heavy metal blaring out from the TV?! Dale looked over from the computer and said “He wanted to stay up to give you something” I hadn’t even noticed the large bunch of supermarket flowers on the mantle piece. It was very sweet of him though, I rarely get given flowers as most men know that I used to be a florist, so for some reason they don’t think that I want to receive them! Wrong - I love getting flowers, even a feeble effort from the supermarket/garage will do!
Dale then woke up Jonathon saying “Mummy’s home, are you going to go and give her the flowers?” The kid leapt up off the sofa (seriously, I would love to know how kids wake up like that!) and handed me the flowers with a beaming smile and big kiss. “This is for your birthday, but we thought we’d do it early!” Jonathon said still beaming up at me. He always insisted on giving presents early, I think that was because he expected to get his early too. He then ran off and came back with a squashy present which he thrust into my hands.
“I’ll open it on my actual birthday sweetheart, but thank you anyway” And I gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled over at Dale who then disappeared into the bedroom. I could hear him rummaging about and then he re-emerged carrying a small gift bag with a heart on the front. Very tasteful packaging I thought. He threw it at me saying “You’ll want this one now.” And quickly walked over to the window which he opened and hung out of to have a cigarette.
“Is this what I thin?” I asked, secretly hoping it was the ring and he would come over and propose properly now that he had the props.
“Open it and see.”
And yes, there it was a rather nice looking shiny white gold and diamond ring. Not exactly the usual engagement ring, but it would do I suppose! From the way that ring presentation to me went, I really should have known not to marry him. But hey, we can’t live life with regrets. If I hadn’t of done it, I would be sat here writing “What if…”
I’m going to put the box back in the drawer now I think. I haven’t felt this alone for a while and I almost miss the chaotic life on the council estate. Think Shameless (another English TV show)… Our block of flats, we were the Gallagher’s, Dale being Frank, the drugged up, pissed father. Most of all, I miss being a mummy. That’s enough self pity for now.
More happened tonight, but I am not going into that now.

Man Whore - Does what it says on the tin!

Bugger. I have lost out on man whore’s flat. Really gutted about that one. He just said he had offered it to someone who could move in sooner. Even when I offered him money from now to cover the rent he would be losing out on, he still declined. Back to the drawing board.

Do all man whore's have such fabulous apartments?

Viewed the Man Whore’s flat, perfect, fell in love immediately. Made mum pull over before going to see the house with the middle aged perv to decide what I wanted to do, we both agreed the flat was perfect and so was the housemate and I called the older man to cancel the viewing of his house. Thankfully he wasn’t in so I left a message apologising for messing him around.
I sent Man Whore a message saying “I don’t need to think about it. Yes please if that’s ok?” I heard nothing back that night, so I presumed he left his phone at home when he went out.

Time to Spread my Wings (take two!)

Good things and bad things have happened today - nothing major though! The bad, I managed to get distracted from doing my course (again) as I did yesterday, the good… I may have found somewhere to live!
At the moment, since leaving Dale, I have been living back with my mum. I had planned to move out back near the motorway (much easier for work) when my leg was a bit better and I was able to drive and work again. I managed to sign up with a website advertising housemates and have been offered three, count them, three, rooms!!! One woman and two men have asked me to move in.
These are my choices… The female lives in my old town (opposite side to Dale), however her advert says must like children. Hmm, curious, I’d have my own en suite attic room and seems a nice enough woman. Found out later today that the road is infamous for drug dealers and addicts alike, meaning at some point I would be likely to bump into Dale searching for a quick fix. I don’t think so.
Another was a 46 year old man living on his own in a 3 bed 3 storey town house only ten minutes from where I work, which would be about a 20 minute walk. Ideal! However his son stays some weekends and I’d have to put up with a single bed (in a double room, go figure!) and from my past experiences, I attract older men who turn out to be complete perverts (my ex-step dad, my best mates God father, the Welshman, Dale, Tim, Lou, Drew, all older men the average age being 34!). Oh dear.
The final room is being offered by a 24 year old man who is very “sociable” which is another way of saying man-whore! He is offering me a double room with my own private bathroom (he has an en suite and doesn’t use the main bathroom), very nice but small kitchen (seen a photo), would have access to sky plus (I can watch Lost again!!!) and wireless internet which would save me having to buy a portable modem, also has a driveway and garage (cheaper car insurance and guaranteed parking!). His description of himself was very sociable and enjoys living life to the full, great a party animal whereas I prefer a nice quiet life.
I have definitely ruled out the woman, don’t need the hassle of drug dens! Which leaves me with a middle aged pervert or a younger party animal/man whore. Hmm. What a choice! I have arranged to meet both candidates on Saturday evening so I shall cast my vote then!
Mum however was not best pleased when I called her to announce that I had a couple of house viewings. I honestly don’t think that she wants me to ever move out! Her reason for not being happy was that it would be with men and she doesn’t think I’d be safe. What she doesn’t realise is that for the past nearly four years I have lived as an independent woman, a year and a half of that time was living with a friend and a man, and the rest was living as a mother myself and a wife in a small pokey council flat in a pretty scary neighbourhood.
It’s time I spread my wings again. I don’t feel as if I can live my life as I’d like to here, what about when I want to bring a man back?! I have often wanted to ask Drew to stay but don’t feel comfortable with my mother being in the next room! Not only that but once I did ask him to stay which he instantly declined.
Roll on Saturday!

Never Rely on a Man!

How bloody typical. Anyone who placed a bet regarding Lou not turning up… congratulations, you win! I knew I couldn’t rely on him! After all of his teasing and tempting promises via text message a few nights ago, he has failed to turn up. Again. Anyway, it’s now 4pm and there is no sign of him.
He text me this morning saying that he was just getting the cars windscreen fixed, had to wait for some guy to come over and pay for the log burner to be repaired and then he would be on his way over. Strange that he doesn’t seem able to leave Jen with the money for the log burner guy, I know that she’s not great with money, but seriously, she wouldn’t have the car so it’s not like she would be able to spend it in a couple hours!
I have made a decision. My conscience can’t take much more of this. I feel sick more than turned on whenever Lou and I text each other and I haven’t been able to look Jennie in the eye for months. I’m going to tell Lou that we cannot do anything until he has left her. I’ll tell him next time I see him, I’m not the sort of person to dump someone over the phone.
Any who, I am going to crack on with my course… today’s lesson, VAT. You’d of though that it would be a simple case of adding 17.5% to everything

Dirty Filthy Sex

As usual, the complications continue… something that I’ve not told you is that since Tim text me the other day asking me to stay with him, he has been texting me nearly every day. I have been really good though and haven’t led him on in any way, shape or form. Except today, I think I officially crossed the “friends only” line.
Let me put it this way… I am very proud of my boobs. They are au natural, home grown etc… When I was 16 I was flatter than road kill, they then grew from a double A to E cup within the space of a year, I kid you not! And then the following year they continued to grow up to an F! So believe me when I say, I am proud of my home grown lovelies!!!
Tim - “So how are Britain’s best boobs?”
Me - “They are fine thank you but will be better when I put the weight back on!”
Tim - “What size are they now?”
Me - “D at the mo”
Tim - “Nice and what were you?”
Me - “F was the biggest”
Tim - “Wow, and the rest of you?”
Me - “8”
Tim - “Wow”
I always love shocking people with my dimensions, I know that I have a good figure, but never really show it off. Clothes shopping is not my strong point… lingerie shopping on the other hand, I should have a degree in!

Tim wasn’t the only complicated matter today, there was also Lou. It was gone midnight so I thought it had been another day with no contact which I was fine with. I could have an almost clear conscience for the day. He texted me a simple friendly message asking if I was awake, informing me that Jennie was in bed asleep and how was the leg doing.
Me - “Leg is doing well thanks except for the bandage slowly turning into a plaster cast! The bleeding has just about stopped now so that’s good. You ok?”
Lou - “Yeah I’m good. Alone thinking about you, feeling horny. You must be due on soon.”
Lou has a thing for real dirty sex including periods and golden showers. Sex whilst on a period I can just about do as that is when I am at my horniest! Any more than that is a no go for me. I don’t see the appeal in it, I struggle to pee in front of someone, let alone on them! And having someone piss on me? No thank you, that’s just gross and I do have some class! You’d have to pay me a pretty hefty sum to get me doing something on that level! Now there’s an idea for some quick cash. Sick pay isn‘t all it‘s cracked up to be…
For nearly two hours Lou and I were chatting for. Me trying to keep it friendly as I was absolutely shattered and couldn’t summon the energy to play from anywhere, and Lou desperately trying to turn it to filth!
He was begging me for a photo so he could see my red river in full flow, he really wanted to see me pulling a tampon out (I know, he’s a strange one). I sent him one of my juicy pink lips (and complimentry string) to keep him sweet and made my excuses for not sending the more explicit version. I explained to him that my crutches would wake mum up as I hobble to the bathroom to get a fresh tampon and said to him that I would guarantee I make it up to him on Monday (if he comes over). Finally a good thing about having a broken leg!
He asked if there was any chance he could come over tomorrow so that he could sort me out, however I had to decline as mum would be home most of the day. I told him it would have to be Monday or nothing as I needed to be on a bed so that my leg could be fully supported and mum would be out at work. I really don’t think that my leg would be ready for standing sex nor being bent over the car!
Lou then said he would definitely be over on Monday but it would have to be after 12 as he’s taking the car to the garage. He went onto say that if I was still on he would lick me dry and give me a deep tongue fuck as well as trying many different positions now that my leg is free from the cage!

Now, do I make an effort Monday morning, tidy the house up and make myself look pretty, or is he going to stand my up for the umpteenth time?

Place your bets now!