Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I woke up to my cell phone ringing. It said “S Calling.” I think I was pretty much asleep during the conversation, because I remember no details except for him asking if I was busy around noon, and saying that he'd like to come see me. I told him I was not busy and that I'd love to see him. He chuckled at how groggy I sounded and told me to go back to sleep, so I hung up the phone, and curled back up under my covers. About 30 minutes later, I received the following text: “Fuck it, I'm coming over within the hour. Deal with it. I want to fuck you. You better wear some lingerie.” Good boy. I promptly got out of bed.