I knew it. He couldn't handle actually talking. But I could tell that he at least missed my body while he was away. That was something.
Threw a pillow at him with his jail comment. Didn't feel like telling him that it just wasn't appealing to me right now to go at it solo. He ruined me with finding masturbation fulfilling at least for the time being.
"Yeah, pretty much. Been doing the training thing with Xander most mornings." Walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I at least wanted to rinse the sweat and juices off.
"I found this car that I kinda like that's for sale down the street. It's kinda my dream car and it isn't too expensive. You wanna come look at it with me?" He probably wouldn't. And it's not like I could get a job that would give me enough money to get it before it was sold. Unless I decided to ho myself out for a couple of nights. Got in the shower and said, "Never mind. It's probably sold by now anyway."
It was a '72 Chevelle 396 and it was red. It was beautiful. Too bad that personal sellers couldn't take credit cards. I'd never had my own car. Much less had a car like that. The guy told me when I was admiring it that he'd give it to me for four grand. He said he was desperate for cash. Weren't we all?