The next morning
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
You groggily lift open your eyes as you hear the blaring sound of the alarm. You try to bury yourself in Angela's breasts to block out the sound. The world shifts as Angela rolls over. You fall out onto the bed and end up being pinned underneath one of her breasts as rolls onto her stomach. You hear a slam sound and then you feel her collapse her weight back onto the bed.
You try to go back to sleep as well, but find that you are too far awake now. To get Angela off of you, you start playing with her nipple. You hear a frustrated grunt from above. "It's too early for that, Steve..." "I can't move, dear" you shout loud enough for her to hear.
You hear her sigh as she realizes she won't be able to sleep anymore as well. She lifts herself off of you and sits up. In one graceful motion she yawns, stretches, and rubs her eye at the same time. It's time to start the morning.
...
Downstairs and fully dressed, you sip on your coffee out of your tiny cup as you wait for the babysitter. Finally, you hear a knock on the door. As Angela opens it up, you see the bright face of Rebbecca. A cute little redhead, still in her early college years; just trying to earn a buck in between classes. You could respect that. She also seemed to be quite reliable so far, which is good because you were very selective about who was allowed to watch your son. Once Rebbecca gets situated, you and Angela depart for work.
On the way, you realize that you forgot to brief Rebbecca on Jenny's new... habits. You try to push it to the back of your mind. Jenny was playing nice with Jet all last night, it was probably just an experiment. Nothing to worry about.
Angela drops you off at your desk and leaves. For the first hour, you try to figure out where you last left off on the paperwork scattered across your desk. When you start to make heads and tails out of the whole thing, the intercom buzzes. "Mr McMinor, your 10 o'clock is waiting in room 211." "Ah, right." you reply. Who was your 10 o'clock, again? You know you say your schedule around here somewhere... The woman over the intercom buzzes again. "He's been waiting for 20 minutes now," she says, irritated. "Tell him I'm on my way," you say. Guess you'll find out soon enough.
As you walk in to the room, you see that your first patient is...
You groggily lift open your eyes as you hear the blaring sound of the alarm. You try to bury yourself in Angela's breasts to block out the sound. The world shifts as Angela rolls over. You fall out onto the bed and end up being pinned underneath one of her breasts as rolls onto her stomach. You hear a slam sound and then you feel her collapse her weight back onto the bed.
You try to go back to sleep as well, but find that you are too far awake now. To get Angela off of you, you start playing with her nipple. You hear a frustrated grunt from above. "It's too early for that, Steve..." "I can't move, dear" you shout loud enough for her to hear.
You hear her sigh as she realizes she won't be able to sleep anymore as well. She lifts herself off of you and sits up. In one graceful motion she yawns, stretches, and rubs her eye at the same time. It's time to start the morning.
...
Downstairs and fully dressed, you sip on your coffee out of your tiny cup as you wait for the babysitter. Finally, you hear a knock on the door. As Angela opens it up, you see the bright face of Rebbecca. A cute little redhead, still in her early college years; just trying to earn a buck in between classes. You could respect that. She also seemed to be quite reliable so far, which is good because you were very selective about who was allowed to watch your son. Once Rebbecca gets situated, you and Angela depart for work.
On the way, you realize that you forgot to brief Rebbecca on Jenny's new... habits. You try to push it to the back of your mind. Jenny was playing nice with Jet all last night, it was probably just an experiment. Nothing to worry about.
Angela drops you off at your desk and leaves. For the first hour, you try to figure out where you last left off on the paperwork scattered across your desk. When you start to make heads and tails out of the whole thing, the intercom buzzes. "Mr McMinor, your 10 o'clock is waiting in room 211." "Ah, right." you reply. Who was your 10 o'clock, again? You know you say your schedule around here somewhere... The woman over the intercom buzzes again. "He's been waiting for 20 minutes now," she says, irritated. "Tell him I'm on my way," you say. Guess you'll find out soon enough.
As you walk in to the room, you see that your first patient is...
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