"But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about."
― Gabriel Garcí a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Granny Mabel was so happy to see them arrive. She was down by the gate to unlock it. She motioned for them to come on through as she got back in her old Lincoln town car to follow behind as they entered her property. It was a five-acre estate. A large plantation style home that was well kept and full of charm. It was the best place to get out of the public eye until they were ready to tell their story. They were already offered 100,000 dollars, but Michonne felt that it was worth more than that and until the right offer came they just sat back and got reacquainted with the world around them.
Granny Mabel was all alone in the Six bedrooms home, and she was anxious for the company. She had a reason to shop knowing that Michonne agreed to stay. She bought three high chairs, a training potty, baby clothes and shoes for toddlers and for the future grandbaby. Ms. Mabel was just excited.
"Granny Mabel, I would like you to meet my husband...I mean..."Michonne tried to correct.
"You said it right the first time...your husband." Ms. Mabel was trying to get a good look at the man behind the beard.
"My husband Rick and my baby girls Abigail and Judith."
"I would hope by morning you shave that off. You look like a killer with all that on your face. Your eyes tell me you a decent looking man but can't tell with that facial hair. Remove that soon please and thank you. Now, which one is going to allow Granny Mabel to love on them?"
Driftwood
Day 185: Michonne
Rick began sleeping on the spare cot in the day. He was taking more naps. He's been complaining a lot lately. About the heat. About the food. About aches in his lower back. We tried to use the Motrin sparingly. I offered it, but he wouldn't take it because he would just throw it up. I offered him some tea sweetened with berries, and that seemed to help.
I absolutely love sex with Rick. Oh My...I just love it. I can't get enough. It's like incredible. He's incredible, and I love him. I don't think I have actually said it to him, but I think with us both having taken off our rings kind of insinuates love I guess. I love the way he looks at me, and he never tells me no. I thought I do something really special and put on the red lacey number that had my nipples peeking through. I wanted to surprise him. I've been thinking about riding him real aggressive like the way I know he likes it. I love it aggressive actually. He's really great. Lori was one lucky lady.
Driftwood
Day 186: Rick
Michonne was wearing me the fuck out. My dick was sore. I wanted to do nothing but to hold her and I couldn't refuse her. I never had a sore dick in my life. I think she is trying to kill me. I fucking hate her because she now has been digging in that lady bag for the lingerie.
The only plan of action I could think of was to eat her out real good, so she doesn't even worry about me.
Fuck. I don't ever recall my dick being sore with Lori, but then again we didn't do it all through the night, and we certainly didn't try nearly half of the positions Michonne, and I found ourselves engaged in.
I take one look at her, and she is wearing a red nighty looking at me like come and get it, Daddy. Ughh. My dick hurts.