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Date Posted: 07:40:51 09/27/06 Wed
Author: Jake
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Nakeisha 's message, "
Honey, why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey, why you crying is everything alright?
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
"
on 07:31:52 09/27/06 Wed

(He'd spent the first couple of nights after their meeting sleeping on the futon in the office, laying there most of the night until frustration made him drink himself to sleep. It hadn't been the most productive couple of days in his life, but he had survived.. barely. The third day had been the hardest, remaining on his own had seemed to make the constant thoughts of her harder to handle, and he had decided enough was abso-fuckin'-lutely enough and taken Shellie up on her pleadings to have dinner at her place. He knew that she was trying to figure out what was bothering him, and it irked him that she put so much time and energy into him when he could walk out the door and never look back. It struck him that evening as he sat at her table, eating some of the best lasagna he'd ever had, that she would make a fine wife, and wondered why the hell he couldn't content himself with that. He had tried to, had whispered to her as he'd held her on his lap that she was amazing.. that any man would be proud to have her.. but secretly he wasn't proud, he was ashamed of himself. He'd carried her upstairs, made love to her until he'd sated himself, then passed out on her bed, waking up to her curled into his side at four in the morning. Of course he had felt disgusted with himself, who wouldn't when they had a fabulous blonde who gave great head wrapped around their naked bodies, worshiping the ground they walked on.. no, it was a shitty existence he lived. He'd groaned and left her that night, going back to his futon and his Jager. Nearly a week and a half later though, he was trying again, laying with his back to Shellie as she slept, his eyes open and blankly staring at the sleeping form of her jack russell terrier. He'd feel worse leaving the dog then he would Shellie.. what the hell was his problem..? His phone vibrate across the nightstand and he furrowed his brow, shifting a hand boredly to catch it as it fell off the side, flipping it open in the dark and squinting at the harsh light from the screen.) Hello? (He said in a throaty whisper, sounding like his usual 'half awake and hating it' self.)

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