DOM phoned me today to say that none of the administrators were being offered an interview for the promotion. I apparently don’t have any management experience, despite having been an assistant manager and regional administrator! The only way to gain “field management” experience would be to go into our audit department, otherwise known as the most tedious and monotonous job in the world!
This means that if I want to gain a promotion I either need to move to Plymouth (an hour and a half away) and become Operations Manager or go into audit. Neither of which appeal in the slightest. In the Plymouth store, everyone has their own “clicky” groups, and not only that the other two administrators hate me. One of them was demoted after I had done a disastrous store visit last year and even now she is quite possible the laziest administrator I have ever met. The other doesn’t hate me, yet… but I am sure if I was to get the position above her it wouldn’t take too long for her to start! I also don’t particularly want to have to move down there as I have literally just gotten my feet back on the ground and love my house and housemate! Not only that, but it is so cheap, it’s perfect!
I also wouldn’t want to take the audit job as it would be such a lonely position, everyone is terrified of auditors and steers well clear of them when they turn up in store. I prefer being able to make friends within stores and to be able to make decent conversation and have a laugh with them. I’m not so sure that I would be able to check the exact same things day in day out.
Oh well, the right thing will come along eventually. There is also my degree to fall back on (once I have completed it that is!)
Monday, 12 May 2008
Saturday, 10 May 2008
Another hectic day followed by a rather unexpected date!
What a busy day! I have been non-stop all day and am shattered. For some stupid reason I woke up at 7 this morning, this is despite being woken up by mysterious voices on the landing a half two this morning. I didn’t recognize any of the voices but there were at least four people.
So at seven I was laid in bed and could hear the mystery people on the landing again. There were 2 guys and 2 girls from what I could make out, but I still hadn’t heard my housemate so I presumed she was in bed (and she was). I got up an hour later and got into the shower so that I would be reasonable to meet the mystery guests, however just as I was getting out of the shower I bumped into my housemates best friend on the landing who explained who had been staying over. She then dashed out of the door as these people were waiting for her in the car.
I ventured downstairs and soon wished I had stayed in bed… the kitchen was a mess! I found my last banana still partially in it’s skin, mashed into the leather sofa (thank God it’s wipe clean!) and there were numerous mugs and glasses scattered throughout the ground floor. I decided, as I was so awake and surprisingly refreshed, to tackle the kitchen as I figured my house mate would most likely be suffering this morning.
Once that was done, I went out into town and popped into work to send out an email. My manager took me into the back yard to show me what they had done in the morning brief. Dan is well known for being on the chubby side and he enjoys his food, a lot. So this morning, using the giant boxes from a delivery they created Dave’s lunch box and his English breakfast. It was all expertly drawn out including the oversized cutlery! I couldn’t stop laughing and realised that my car park ticket would run out soon and I still had lots to do.
I managed to get my tent for the festival I am going to later in the year (I had also arranged to go camping on the next bank holiday so had to get it sooner rather than later!). I got myself a 3 man tent with a porch, nice and spacious! I then went off to the “cheap” opticians round the corner armed with my prescription and NHS voucher to try to find some sunglasses. Nearly an hour later, I finally settled on a pair and quickly put the payment of £105 down before I changed my mind again and hurried out of the door almost able to hear my bank balance screaming at me.
I then ventured to the local Asda. I usually go to Morrisons, but decided as I am trying to save as much money as possible I ought to go to the “cheaper” supermarket. It did not work out cheaper. I ended up spending an extra £20 on my weekly food shop! I still haven’t worked out how yet!
When I got back home, I went out to help my housemate weed the garden. We have a 10 foot square mud patch which we were going to have seeded ready for the summer so that we can have a bit of grass to brighten the garden up. We were out there for nearly four hours and by the end of it my back started to itch. I knew what that meant, I had burnt my back. It was brighter than a tomato! But was in a perfect square from my vest top, it wasn’t the other side of the straps, just this perfect square of red!
Whilst I was eating my lunch, Mo noticed that she had a voicemail on her phone from her clinically depressed friend. She instantly worried as he never calls her and not only that, but he had a relapse recently. She phoned him back immediately and started asking him if he was ok and then I could hear her saying “I think so, yeah I will tell her, I reckon she would be ok with it.” I just presumed they were talking about one of their friends, but no, it turned out it was me!
He had seen me in some of Mo’s photos online and thought I looked nice and was enquiring as to whether I was single and what I was like as a person. It made my day, I actually had a single man that was interested in me! Mo gave me his number and I text him saying “Hi, how you doing? Mo said that you saw my photo on Face Book and were interested. Kel x”
He soon replied saying that he was ok and did I want to go out for a drink on Monday, I figured Monday would be bad as there is practically no one that would be out and could possible be really awkward on a blind date, so I suggested tonight. He was also free so we arranged it, we would have a blind date tonight at 8pm, he would come to mine and we would walk into town and go to a bar I know.
I jumped into the shower and started to wonder what to wear, my housemate was out, so I was completely alone on the fashion front! I attempted to curl my hair so I could be different for once, but as usual my hair was being stubborn, so it ended up being wavy.
He arrived on time and phoned me on the house phone to double check which house it was as they all look the same along my road! We walked into town and went into the bar I knew would be quiet and easy to talk in. It is also possibly the only bar in town which has some class and sophistication!
When I walked through the door and approached the bar my stomach flipped, two of Mo’s friends were sat at the bar and Craig pipes up “Hiya, so is this your other half?” “Not yet” I muttered and then went off into a quiet corner with Tony. I noticed them looking over every so often and then Mo’s boyfriend came and sat with them, so I had all 3 guys staring over constantly. How off putting!
We were getting on really well and seem to have plenty in common, we both listen to the same sort of music and are both training for the same qualification in accounting! He has even offered to help me out with the part of my course I am stuck on. Always handy to know people! Later on, when I got fed up with the staring from the guys, I suggested that we move onto a different bar, so off we went, however the only other place I knew would be “quiet” had their music pumped right up to the max! It made it rather difficult but we managed. Conversation soon turned to sport and he was amazed that I will happily sit and watch the football. After a while we headed back to my house and on the walk home he told me that he is not the sort of person who enjoys going out clubbing, which meant we had another thing in common!
I didn’t want to have to tell him about my operations as whenever I have told people that I am still recovering in the past, they suddenly treat me so differently and try to do everything for me, which at times can be nice, but not all the time! Unfortunately he was speed walking, so I had to tell him I had to take it steady with walking. It was my first time walking into town without crutches too. I told him the whole story about my legs and he looked pretty shocked and yes, at first he tried to treat me differently and every 5 minutes on the walk home he would slow down and apologise!
When we got home we bumped into my housemate and her best friend who both know Tony, so they were trying to find out from us how it went and were having a general catch up with him in the street. Once they had gone, I invited him in for a drink in the hope that he would make some kind of move on me, but no, he went and sat on the sofa opposite me. I realised that he was a little shy around new women. I paused on the doorstep when he left, almost urging him to lean forward and give me a goodnight kiss, but again his shyness got the better of him and he rushed across the road to his car. He did however, say that he had a good night and would like to meet up again.
There is hope yet!
So at seven I was laid in bed and could hear the mystery people on the landing again. There were 2 guys and 2 girls from what I could make out, but I still hadn’t heard my housemate so I presumed she was in bed (and she was). I got up an hour later and got into the shower so that I would be reasonable to meet the mystery guests, however just as I was getting out of the shower I bumped into my housemates best friend on the landing who explained who had been staying over. She then dashed out of the door as these people were waiting for her in the car.
I ventured downstairs and soon wished I had stayed in bed… the kitchen was a mess! I found my last banana still partially in it’s skin, mashed into the leather sofa (thank God it’s wipe clean!) and there were numerous mugs and glasses scattered throughout the ground floor. I decided, as I was so awake and surprisingly refreshed, to tackle the kitchen as I figured my house mate would most likely be suffering this morning.
Once that was done, I went out into town and popped into work to send out an email. My manager took me into the back yard to show me what they had done in the morning brief. Dan is well known for being on the chubby side and he enjoys his food, a lot. So this morning, using the giant boxes from a delivery they created Dave’s lunch box and his English breakfast. It was all expertly drawn out including the oversized cutlery! I couldn’t stop laughing and realised that my car park ticket would run out soon and I still had lots to do.
I managed to get my tent for the festival I am going to later in the year (I had also arranged to go camping on the next bank holiday so had to get it sooner rather than later!). I got myself a 3 man tent with a porch, nice and spacious! I then went off to the “cheap” opticians round the corner armed with my prescription and NHS voucher to try to find some sunglasses. Nearly an hour later, I finally settled on a pair and quickly put the payment of £105 down before I changed my mind again and hurried out of the door almost able to hear my bank balance screaming at me.
I then ventured to the local Asda. I usually go to Morrisons, but decided as I am trying to save as much money as possible I ought to go to the “cheaper” supermarket. It did not work out cheaper. I ended up spending an extra £20 on my weekly food shop! I still haven’t worked out how yet!
When I got back home, I went out to help my housemate weed the garden. We have a 10 foot square mud patch which we were going to have seeded ready for the summer so that we can have a bit of grass to brighten the garden up. We were out there for nearly four hours and by the end of it my back started to itch. I knew what that meant, I had burnt my back. It was brighter than a tomato! But was in a perfect square from my vest top, it wasn’t the other side of the straps, just this perfect square of red!
Whilst I was eating my lunch, Mo noticed that she had a voicemail on her phone from her clinically depressed friend. She instantly worried as he never calls her and not only that, but he had a relapse recently. She phoned him back immediately and started asking him if he was ok and then I could hear her saying “I think so, yeah I will tell her, I reckon she would be ok with it.” I just presumed they were talking about one of their friends, but no, it turned out it was me!
He had seen me in some of Mo’s photos online and thought I looked nice and was enquiring as to whether I was single and what I was like as a person. It made my day, I actually had a single man that was interested in me! Mo gave me his number and I text him saying “Hi, how you doing? Mo said that you saw my photo on Face Book and were interested. Kel x”
He soon replied saying that he was ok and did I want to go out for a drink on Monday, I figured Monday would be bad as there is practically no one that would be out and could possible be really awkward on a blind date, so I suggested tonight. He was also free so we arranged it, we would have a blind date tonight at 8pm, he would come to mine and we would walk into town and go to a bar I know.
I jumped into the shower and started to wonder what to wear, my housemate was out, so I was completely alone on the fashion front! I attempted to curl my hair so I could be different for once, but as usual my hair was being stubborn, so it ended up being wavy.
He arrived on time and phoned me on the house phone to double check which house it was as they all look the same along my road! We walked into town and went into the bar I knew would be quiet and easy to talk in. It is also possibly the only bar in town which has some class and sophistication!
When I walked through the door and approached the bar my stomach flipped, two of Mo’s friends were sat at the bar and Craig pipes up “Hiya, so is this your other half?” “Not yet” I muttered and then went off into a quiet corner with Tony. I noticed them looking over every so often and then Mo’s boyfriend came and sat with them, so I had all 3 guys staring over constantly. How off putting!
We were getting on really well and seem to have plenty in common, we both listen to the same sort of music and are both training for the same qualification in accounting! He has even offered to help me out with the part of my course I am stuck on. Always handy to know people! Later on, when I got fed up with the staring from the guys, I suggested that we move onto a different bar, so off we went, however the only other place I knew would be “quiet” had their music pumped right up to the max! It made it rather difficult but we managed. Conversation soon turned to sport and he was amazed that I will happily sit and watch the football. After a while we headed back to my house and on the walk home he told me that he is not the sort of person who enjoys going out clubbing, which meant we had another thing in common!
I didn’t want to have to tell him about my operations as whenever I have told people that I am still recovering in the past, they suddenly treat me so differently and try to do everything for me, which at times can be nice, but not all the time! Unfortunately he was speed walking, so I had to tell him I had to take it steady with walking. It was my first time walking into town without crutches too. I told him the whole story about my legs and he looked pretty shocked and yes, at first he tried to treat me differently and every 5 minutes on the walk home he would slow down and apologise!
When we got home we bumped into my housemate and her best friend who both know Tony, so they were trying to find out from us how it went and were having a general catch up with him in the street. Once they had gone, I invited him in for a drink in the hope that he would make some kind of move on me, but no, he went and sat on the sofa opposite me. I realised that he was a little shy around new women. I paused on the doorstep when he left, almost urging him to lean forward and give me a goodnight kiss, but again his shyness got the better of him and he rushed across the road to his car. He did however, say that he had a good night and would like to meet up again.
There is hope yet!
Thursday, 8 May 2008
May the best admin win!
A week ago my divisional manager (DOM) was in my store. I decided to be a little cheeky and try to find out some gossip form her. One of our regional managers had done a disappearing act a couple of weeks ago and then put up on Face Book that he had officially left the business. I found out that eh had sent his resignation direct to head office rather than informing the other regional manager and divisional managers like he was supposed to.
I then piped up and asked if there was going to be a vacancy for his job and whether I would stand a chance of getting it. She said that I certainly have the ability and was making it sound as if I would walk it. I also mentioned about being off for 9 months and only recently having returned, her response was promising, “I had only been back from maternity leave for a couple of weeks before being promoted to divisional manager.” That filled me with confidence!
I decided to stay quiet about applying for the position, partially so that I would have a better chance at getting the promotion, and also to save the embarrassment if I didn’t get it. My regional manager and store manager were the only 2 people within the company to know (and DOM of course). However, somehow Sarah (another administrator) had found out.
She phoned me this evening asking me questions which I didn’t particularly want to answer as she would have been my biggest threat for the job. She told me that a couple of senior auditors had also gone for it and that she was applying tomorrow. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.
I know that she is a great administrator, I trained her myself when she had returned from maternity leave a couple of years ago and used to work along side her back in my home town. She had also taken on most of my regional work when I went off sick. The only thing I was really worried about with being up against Sarah, is that she has the confidence. I have never known anyone who shone with confidence like she does, if she has a problem with someone or something, she won’t leave it, she will say something until it is resolved. I hate to say it, but she would be great for the job.
Now is for the waiting game, closing date for applications is close of business tomorrow, so fingers crossed it won’t be too long.
I then piped up and asked if there was going to be a vacancy for his job and whether I would stand a chance of getting it. She said that I certainly have the ability and was making it sound as if I would walk it. I also mentioned about being off for 9 months and only recently having returned, her response was promising, “I had only been back from maternity leave for a couple of weeks before being promoted to divisional manager.” That filled me with confidence!
I decided to stay quiet about applying for the position, partially so that I would have a better chance at getting the promotion, and also to save the embarrassment if I didn’t get it. My regional manager and store manager were the only 2 people within the company to know (and DOM of course). However, somehow Sarah (another administrator) had found out.
She phoned me this evening asking me questions which I didn’t particularly want to answer as she would have been my biggest threat for the job. She told me that a couple of senior auditors had also gone for it and that she was applying tomorrow. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.
I know that she is a great administrator, I trained her myself when she had returned from maternity leave a couple of years ago and used to work along side her back in my home town. She had also taken on most of my regional work when I went off sick. The only thing I was really worried about with being up against Sarah, is that she has the confidence. I have never known anyone who shone with confidence like she does, if she has a problem with someone or something, she won’t leave it, she will say something until it is resolved. I hate to say it, but she would be great for the job.
Now is for the waiting game, closing date for applications is close of business tomorrow, so fingers crossed it won’t be too long.
Sunday, 4 May 2008
999 - Helicopter now please!
Went on a magical mystery tour… drove back to my home town to visit some of the family and decided to go across country. I knew that you turn right half way through one of the small towns so I was going slowly and looking out for the signs… I saw no sign and ended up in a completely different town and added 20 minutes to my journey rather than taking off the same amount of time.
On the way back home I came across an accident… a woman flagged me down and I could see a group of motor cyclists in the ditch (I was driving across the moors and the ditches are 5 feet full of stagnant water). I leapt out of my car and instantly slipped back into my old volunteer role of paramedic, I used to work part time on the St John’s ambulance team and attended a few RTAs (Road Traffic Accidents and yes, I know they have a different term nowadays). The guys were just pulling their friend out of the ditch and as soon as they laid him onto the road he came back to life and began thrashing violently around trying to get up. A couple of the guys tried to hold him down and the injured man began swearing and punching at them.
We just about managed to calm him enough to allow me to do the top to toe checks (checking for any obvious broken bones) which showed he had a clean break on one leg. It took a lot of persuading to stop his friends from removing his helmet which could have caused a whole heap of problems and I slowly and steadily lifted the visor to check his eyes. I instantly saw that one pupil was dilated and the other was shot to pieces, the entire coloured part of the eye was black and the white of the eye was red. I knew exactly what it was… A head trauma, and a bad one at that!
When the guys had called for an ambulance, we were told it would be between 15 and 20 minutes before it arrived at the scene, but I knew that he probably didn’t have that time to waste as when they arrive they would have to check him over, load him into the back and then there would be the drive to hospital with limited supplies. I dialled 999 and demanded the air ambulance. The woman on the phone kept on saying “I am sure he will be ok to wait for the requested ambulance”, I couldn’t believe her response! I soon launched into all the old jargon that we had to use and requested a particular helicopter which I knew used to be in the area and then she realised I was being serious. Ten minutes later, the helicopter arrived, closely followed by the ambulance. All the paramedics agreed that the local hospitals didn’t have the necessary equipment this guy needed to keep him alive and next thing we knew he was being air lifted to the main Brain Injury unit for the South West.
After all of that, the police spoke to me and said that I would need to pop into the station to give a statement (not that I even saw anything!). So off I went back home to clean myself up and try to get the smell of ditches out of my skin and hair. It was a pure coincidence that it was the right time to get to my churches evening service, so I made my way over there and had everyone pray for the guy I had helped just a few hours before.
What a day.
On the way back home I came across an accident… a woman flagged me down and I could see a group of motor cyclists in the ditch (I was driving across the moors and the ditches are 5 feet full of stagnant water). I leapt out of my car and instantly slipped back into my old volunteer role of paramedic, I used to work part time on the St John’s ambulance team and attended a few RTAs (Road Traffic Accidents and yes, I know they have a different term nowadays). The guys were just pulling their friend out of the ditch and as soon as they laid him onto the road he came back to life and began thrashing violently around trying to get up. A couple of the guys tried to hold him down and the injured man began swearing and punching at them.
We just about managed to calm him enough to allow me to do the top to toe checks (checking for any obvious broken bones) which showed he had a clean break on one leg. It took a lot of persuading to stop his friends from removing his helmet which could have caused a whole heap of problems and I slowly and steadily lifted the visor to check his eyes. I instantly saw that one pupil was dilated and the other was shot to pieces, the entire coloured part of the eye was black and the white of the eye was red. I knew exactly what it was… A head trauma, and a bad one at that!
When the guys had called for an ambulance, we were told it would be between 15 and 20 minutes before it arrived at the scene, but I knew that he probably didn’t have that time to waste as when they arrive they would have to check him over, load him into the back and then there would be the drive to hospital with limited supplies. I dialled 999 and demanded the air ambulance. The woman on the phone kept on saying “I am sure he will be ok to wait for the requested ambulance”, I couldn’t believe her response! I soon launched into all the old jargon that we had to use and requested a particular helicopter which I knew used to be in the area and then she realised I was being serious. Ten minutes later, the helicopter arrived, closely followed by the ambulance. All the paramedics agreed that the local hospitals didn’t have the necessary equipment this guy needed to keep him alive and next thing we knew he was being air lifted to the main Brain Injury unit for the South West.
After all of that, the police spoke to me and said that I would need to pop into the station to give a statement (not that I even saw anything!). So off I went back home to clean myself up and try to get the smell of ditches out of my skin and hair. It was a pure coincidence that it was the right time to get to my churches evening service, so I made my way over there and had everyone pray for the guy I had helped just a few hours before.
What a day.
This week Lou and I had arranged for him to come over tonight as my housemate would be out for the night. I figured it was about time to enjoy the new house fully and not have to worry about how noisy I could/couldn’t be! Earlier this evening however Lou text me to say that he wouldn’t be able to make it over which ended up turning into a big row (all via text of course). Not my dryness… I hate text talk!
Lou - “Heya huni. Im at Gaz’s then going to Brad’s. I won’t be able 2 make it 2nite how bout tom or mon?”
Me - “Can you not forget about Brad for tonight? Its not often I get the house to myself.”
Lou - “I cnt its bits I owe him and muney, I will text you when I’ve bin to his, it would be a real quickie and I don’t like it as its much nicer not to rush”
Me - “Just be quick at his. Simple”
Lou - “Did you want me to cum over even if its literally 2 mins and a quick squirt?”
Me - “Be nice, but I deserve better than that Lou. Im sure you could stretch to at least half an hour?”
Lou - “That’s wot I mean, dnt 4get im doin 12 hours packd out”
Me - “I know, you remind everyone constantly! You coming over then?”
Lou - “Lol! Its so hard going. I really want 2, I will txt u if I can.”
Me - “So you’re still not sure?!”
Lou - “Not yet, Im still wheelin and dealin Del boy style!”
Me - “Oh dear! Well hurry up!”
Lou - “Don’t 4get its 20mins each way and im up at 630 for another mulerin! If not tonight it will be in nxt day or so”
Me - “I won’t be happy… I want to be able to scream and not worry about housemates!”
Half an hour later he was still texting me saying that he was still over with Gaz but his messages were getting even more flirtatious and horny. I was stood in the kitchen making a jacket potato when I had another message saying “It’s me.” I was rather confused as I hadn’t even heard the door, so I crept out and he scooped me up in a tight embrace and pulled me into the lounge.
We stood chatting about the day for a minute before heading upstairs to my room. I was rather relieved that my housemate had gone out for the night as I had forgotten about the overly creaky stairs. He knew that I was still frustrated with him and how I was being treated. I even made a big thing about it to his face…. That is really not normal for me so it was obvious that it had gotten to me big time. We laid in bed cuddling with him gently caressing my back telling me that no matter what happened he would be there for me.
I knew straight away that he was referring to getting me pregnant, I rolled over and whispered to him that I won’t be getting pregnant until he was single. “I may be single by the morning” and said that he would stay the night just to be with me. I have to say he certainly has the charm with the ladies!
He soon began slipping his hands in between my legs and I was instantly turned on. I went on top, despite the state of my knees! We went slow to start then sped up and kept going until I came with immense force. I felt onto of the world. “Thought you said you don’t give golden showers?” He growled as he flipped me onto my back and started to speed up going deeper and deeper. I orgasmed over and over again and couldn’t even begin to speak to tell him that it was just me coming hard that he felt! He seemed to enjoy the thought and feeling and continued to pound deep in me.
A couple hours later we were laid back cuddling together enjoying the post coital warmth between us just talking quietly. We were just saying that it was surprising how Jen hadn’t tried to call him yet when his phone started. It was 2 in the morning and we had agreed that Lou would stay at my house so that we could spend a proper night together for once. We even discussed the excuse he would use, that he had been drinking over at a friends house and fell asleep on the sofa. Shockingly she didn’t fall for it. We knew that she would be pissed off with him, come one, name me a wife who would be happy for her husband to spontaneously stay at a friends house and drink (he doesn’t usually drink much).
What we hadn’t thought of was the reaction she came out with… “Get home now.” Pure and simple, she wasn’t happy, no, she was fuming. Despite him telling her that he had drunk at least 5 cans of beer, she demanded that he get in the car and drive home. This is after all that we went through with my ex husband and his drink driving habit. He was banned from driving because of drink driving when we first met and vowed he would never do it again. Just 2 months after getting his license back he was doing it again, with kids in the car.
So at 2am, Lou skulked back home. One day we will actually be able to spend an entire night together, maybe.
Lou - “Heya huni. Im at Gaz’s then going to Brad’s. I won’t be able 2 make it 2nite how bout tom or mon?”
Me - “Can you not forget about Brad for tonight? Its not often I get the house to myself.”
Lou - “I cnt its bits I owe him and muney, I will text you when I’ve bin to his, it would be a real quickie and I don’t like it as its much nicer not to rush”
Me - “Just be quick at his. Simple”
Lou - “Did you want me to cum over even if its literally 2 mins and a quick squirt?”
Me - “Be nice, but I deserve better than that Lou. Im sure you could stretch to at least half an hour?”
Lou - “That’s wot I mean, dnt 4get im doin 12 hours packd out”
Me - “I know, you remind everyone constantly! You coming over then?”
Lou - “Lol! Its so hard going. I really want 2, I will txt u if I can.”
Me - “So you’re still not sure?!”
Lou - “Not yet, Im still wheelin and dealin Del boy style!”
Me - “Oh dear! Well hurry up!”
Lou - “Don’t 4get its 20mins each way and im up at 630 for another mulerin! If not tonight it will be in nxt day or so”
Me - “I won’t be happy… I want to be able to scream and not worry about housemates!”
Half an hour later he was still texting me saying that he was still over with Gaz but his messages were getting even more flirtatious and horny. I was stood in the kitchen making a jacket potato when I had another message saying “It’s me.” I was rather confused as I hadn’t even heard the door, so I crept out and he scooped me up in a tight embrace and pulled me into the lounge.
We stood chatting about the day for a minute before heading upstairs to my room. I was rather relieved that my housemate had gone out for the night as I had forgotten about the overly creaky stairs. He knew that I was still frustrated with him and how I was being treated. I even made a big thing about it to his face…. That is really not normal for me so it was obvious that it had gotten to me big time. We laid in bed cuddling with him gently caressing my back telling me that no matter what happened he would be there for me.
I knew straight away that he was referring to getting me pregnant, I rolled over and whispered to him that I won’t be getting pregnant until he was single. “I may be single by the morning” and said that he would stay the night just to be with me. I have to say he certainly has the charm with the ladies!
He soon began slipping his hands in between my legs and I was instantly turned on. I went on top, despite the state of my knees! We went slow to start then sped up and kept going until I came with immense force. I felt onto of the world. “Thought you said you don’t give golden showers?” He growled as he flipped me onto my back and started to speed up going deeper and deeper. I orgasmed over and over again and couldn’t even begin to speak to tell him that it was just me coming hard that he felt! He seemed to enjoy the thought and feeling and continued to pound deep in me.
A couple hours later we were laid back cuddling together enjoying the post coital warmth between us just talking quietly. We were just saying that it was surprising how Jen hadn’t tried to call him yet when his phone started. It was 2 in the morning and we had agreed that Lou would stay at my house so that we could spend a proper night together for once. We even discussed the excuse he would use, that he had been drinking over at a friends house and fell asleep on the sofa. Shockingly she didn’t fall for it. We knew that she would be pissed off with him, come one, name me a wife who would be happy for her husband to spontaneously stay at a friends house and drink (he doesn’t usually drink much).
What we hadn’t thought of was the reaction she came out with… “Get home now.” Pure and simple, she wasn’t happy, no, she was fuming. Despite him telling her that he had drunk at least 5 cans of beer, she demanded that he get in the car and drive home. This is after all that we went through with my ex husband and his drink driving habit. He was banned from driving because of drink driving when we first met and vowed he would never do it again. Just 2 months after getting his license back he was doing it again, with kids in the car.
So at 2am, Lou skulked back home. One day we will actually be able to spend an entire night together, maybe.
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