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Arrival
Here lies Gregory House. Died of boredom between 6th Street and Trenton Avenue.
I ask him what he'd say if I died of boredom.
He says nothing. Then indicates to me that's his answer.
Ha ha.
When we stop at red lights I can see the head and shoulders of the tall and the heads only of the short. The bob surreally down the street. They bore me.
"I'm bored!" I groan emphatically.
I've been pushing him and pushing him and finally it happens. He snaps.
"House, I'm going to hurt you if you don't shut up."
My eyebrow jumps.
"That wouldn't be such a bad thing," I say, more to myself than him. "Then I wouldn't be bored."
He chuffs. That's the sound he makes: a chuff.
"How are you going to hurt me?" I ask in a deep, sensuous, suggestive voice.
He hasn't thought it through. I see him reach for methods of inflicting pain.
"I'll beat you with your cane," he grumbles.
I groan again.
"So original."
"I'm trying to drive," he gripes.
"How about something involving a ball-gag," I suggest.
I adopt my best bad falsetto, "Oh, Doctor Jimmy, I've been such a naughty nurse."
I don't think he has the guts for it.
But I've tried it.
Stacy and I—
I've tried it.
Just as well if he doesn't have the guts. I can't maintain the serious façade.
"Ball-gag means you can't talk," he says and tips his head to the side.
He's considering it. Cool.
He's not that kinky. Although….
I wait to see if he'll say anything else.
Nothing.
He's so boring right now. If he didn't give great head and all that other stuff, I'd…
I hate hypothetical situations. They aren't now. They bore me.
He stops the car again and I don't see any bobbing heads and shoulders. What I do see is familiar brick.
Finally.
I sit up with the seat and hurry to get out. I don't even need a glass. I'll chug from the bottle.
I twirl the cane, tap it twice, twirl, tap twice, twirl, tap twice, and then finally he's here with the keys.
I breathe down his the collar of his shirt like Darth Vader while he unlocks our door.
"…Jimmy…hurry up…I'm bored…"
He butts me away with his, well, butt and I'm momentarily off balance.
Quickly as I can, I'm beside him again closing the door locking it we won't be leaving unrolling the bag grabbing a bottle by the neck step step step step to the couch down I sit twist the melted red plastic cap and oh so good it burns down my esophagus coating my stomach with false warmth I burp liquor fumes set the bottle aside lean back hands folded behind my head put my feet up until there it hits the brain dizzily dizzily finally finally