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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Nurse Ratched

Team Jules has a man down. Gavin has been sick for 3 days and he's in full on self pity mode about it. He called me yesterday about 50 million times while I was in a training with my boss. When I finally called him back, he said he just wanted to talk to me to make sure he could come hang out at my house. It seems the mere comfort of my house is enough for him...lol. I told him I wouldn't be home until late because of having to take Miranda to the airport (sniff, sniff) and he said he was going home to bed before I got back but just wanted to hang out at my house for a while first.

He called me today and was just pitiful. I ended up feeling sorry for him and invited him over or told him I would bring him provisions if he needed. He said he really wanted to come to my house and see me, so he did. Russell was making Chicken and Dumplings, but Gavin was hungry immediately. I went out and got us Thai since I don't eat chicken any longer (though it was hard to resist tonight) and picked him up some Day and NyQuil. Medicine straight from the gods in my book. I insisted he take it and we laid on the couch watching a super lame movie. In a very sweet move, Russell offered and made him a bowl of Chicken and Dumplings too.

Gavin's son is racing tomorrow, so he needed to go pick him up so he could spend the night. They get up super early (like 6am) on race days. He invited me, but we have plans with Chloe tomorrow. I was laying on the couch before he left and he asked me to come into my bedroom with him. I made some flip remark and he commanded me. I laughed at him and he asked nicely, so I went into my room and he had moved onto the bed onto the edge where he could see himself in the newly position full length mirror. Since I'm still bleeding, he knew he was going to get a blow job. I complied with his wishes b/c he's been so cool lately and sucked him off while he watched me in the mirror....hot. God, I'm a good nurse...rofl now.

I am currently pretty happy with him though. I know I'm the only one that likes him (other than Josie), but he's just so damn perfect for my life right now. There are not a lot of people that could handle my current deal, yet he does. He had a big score this week too.  Earlier in the week, he was cooking all of us dinner one night because Russell decided he was too tired. I was hanging out in the kitchen with him and we were discussing the recipe. I told him that every stick of butter he adds to my food, adds 5lbs to my ass. I told him that if he keeps cooking the way he does, I'm going to weigh like 250lbs. He looked at me with such seriousness and said "I don't care about things like that". I asked him later if he would still fuck me if I weighed 250lbs. This was totally in jest b/c I have no intention of gaining that kind of massive weight, but he again replied that I'm such an amazing person he doesn't care what I weigh. Now I fully suspect if I actually did weigh 250lbs, he would be out but I truly appreciate the sentiment that he's not hanging out with me just b/c of my body and that clearly the well runs deeper. This is the cool part about the friends factor.
-Jules

3 comments:

  1. He's totally lying about the weight. But it's good to have someone "fit in" so well jst the way you are.

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  2. LOL, of course he's lying BUT it's nice of him to say and shows me that he really does like me for who I am. I have no doubt though if I gained 100+ lbs that he would be out. Hell, so would I!
    -Jules

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  3. It was sweet of you to take care of him. And in turn it was sweet of him to pretend that gaining a bunch of weight wouldn't change things. Not all guys can pull off that white lie!

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