Bliss
Part 2 ~ When Max Came Back
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
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I hear the door open. Suddenly, I am fearing for my life. I knew I should have gone out so I wouldn't be home when Max came.
"Logan? Where are you?" Max's voice is sickeningly sweet. Oh my God, she's gonna kill me. "Logan?"
I'm sitting in the computer room, like always. Maybe she'll just give up looking and go home. Maybe? I hear the door open and I sigh. Better start writing my will now.
"Logan, why didn't you answer me?"
"Didn't hear you."
"Really? Well, we're gonna have a talk, little buddy."
"About what?" She swings my wheel chair around to face her and pulls a chair in front of me. She's grinning evilly. I'm trying very hard to suppress a whimper. Alright, I'd like to leave Bling my apartment...
"Logan, Logan, Logan. I believe you know what about. You see, you were watching me last night and I'd like to know why."
"W-watching you?"
"Yup. In the shower. Hope you enjoyed the show. But give me a good reason for me not to kick your ass."
I chuckle weakly. "Max. Dear, sweet, understanding Max..."
"Nope." It was worth a try.
"How 'bout I make you the most wonderful dinner you've ever tasted and we just forget about this misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? Oh, so you didn't mean to watch me in the shower. I get it now." She's smirking. "Don't think so." Max stands up, putting a hand on either of the arm rests on my wheelchair and leans over to be face to face with me. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.
"M-Max?"
"Yes?"
"Could you... uh... sit down so I... um... can... uh... make you dinner or something?"
Max leans further forward and straddles my lap. Oh my God! What the hell is she doing?
"Now what fun would that be?" She grins wider, if possible. She scoots closer and puts her hands on my chest. "Loogie, if you ever think about doing what you did last night again, just remember this." She rocks her hips forward. I groan inwardly. "And you'll never do it again." She stands up and chuckles. "Down boy. Now go make me dinner." I roll slowly towards the kitchen in my own personal hell. Max follows closely behind and watches me as I cook. I try to calm myself as I make her dinner.
"Here you go." I place a steaming plate of food in her usual spot and one in my own. She sits in a position deliberately showing cleavage. I know she is enjoying this. The dinner is quiet. I stare at my plate the whole time. I can feel Max's eyes boring into my head. I can practically hear her grinning.
"Logan?" I look up. She has finished her dinner. "I'm gonna go home. Page me if you need me." She walks towards the door and turns around, catching me checking out her ass. She chuckles. "You are too easy Logan."
I suppose I am. But one thing I know is that yesterday was fun. Today was torturous fun. Ooh. This is gonna be repeated sometime soon.
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Part 2 ~ When Max Came Back
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
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I hear the door open. Suddenly, I am fearing for my life. I knew I should have gone out so I wouldn't be home when Max came.
"Logan? Where are you?" Max's voice is sickeningly sweet. Oh my God, she's gonna kill me. "Logan?"
I'm sitting in the computer room, like always. Maybe she'll just give up looking and go home. Maybe? I hear the door open and I sigh. Better start writing my will now.
"Logan, why didn't you answer me?"
"Didn't hear you."
"Really? Well, we're gonna have a talk, little buddy."
"About what?" She swings my wheel chair around to face her and pulls a chair in front of me. She's grinning evilly. I'm trying very hard to suppress a whimper. Alright, I'd like to leave Bling my apartment...
"Logan, Logan, Logan. I believe you know what about. You see, you were watching me last night and I'd like to know why."
"W-watching you?"
"Yup. In the shower. Hope you enjoyed the show. But give me a good reason for me not to kick your ass."
I chuckle weakly. "Max. Dear, sweet, understanding Max..."
"Nope." It was worth a try.
"How 'bout I make you the most wonderful dinner you've ever tasted and we just forget about this misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? Oh, so you didn't mean to watch me in the shower. I get it now." She's smirking. "Don't think so." Max stands up, putting a hand on either of the arm rests on my wheelchair and leans over to be face to face with me. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.
"M-Max?"
"Yes?"
"Could you... uh... sit down so I... um... can... uh... make you dinner or something?"
Max leans further forward and straddles my lap. Oh my God! What the hell is she doing?
"Now what fun would that be?" She grins wider, if possible. She scoots closer and puts her hands on my chest. "Loogie, if you ever think about doing what you did last night again, just remember this." She rocks her hips forward. I groan inwardly. "And you'll never do it again." She stands up and chuckles. "Down boy. Now go make me dinner." I roll slowly towards the kitchen in my own personal hell. Max follows closely behind and watches me as I cook. I try to calm myself as I make her dinner.
"Here you go." I place a steaming plate of food in her usual spot and one in my own. She sits in a position deliberately showing cleavage. I know she is enjoying this. The dinner is quiet. I stare at my plate the whole time. I can feel Max's eyes boring into my head. I can practically hear her grinning.
"Logan?" I look up. She has finished her dinner. "I'm gonna go home. Page me if you need me." She walks towards the door and turns around, catching me checking out her ass. She chuckles. "You are too easy Logan."
I suppose I am. But one thing I know is that yesterday was fun. Today was torturous fun. Ooh. This is gonna be repeated sometime soon.
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