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Willpower
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I am Jim's willpower. I make sure Jim doesn't make an ass out of himself. I also keep Jim's naughty thoughts from becoming naughty actions. I keep Jim's hands in his pockets and off of Sara's ass and his mouth shut when he wants to say something about how lovely her breasts look in whatever shirt she's wearing
Having known Jim all of his life, I think I know his mind and how to keep him in check. Though I am strong, at times I have been known to be somewhat weak, especially when it comes to Sara. When it comes to her I sometimes find it hard to keep control of Jim and his thoughts, which more often than not focus on her and the things he envisions doing to and with her.
Jim seems to have a hard time focusing on things when she's around and an even harder time when they're off by themselves. A lot of the time Jim wants to say something, as innocuous as it may seem, but frequently comes out as a stammer or brain fart. Its odd, really. When it comes to his job, Jim is a no nonsense, no bullshit cop. However, as I said, when Sara is around everything seems to go out the window. It's a hard time keeping Jim's mind on his work, but I get the job done as best I can.
I remember the first time Jim and Sara went out on a "date"; God, was that a chore. Every time he opened his mouth he said, not the wrong thing, but the right thing in the wrong way. His voice was stressed and cracked and his body language was way off. He was squirming in his seat nearly the whole time and constantly fidgeting with his hands or his fork or whatever was within reach. By the end of the night he was in a full out sweat and was finding it difficult to talk in coherent sentences.
By the time he had dropped Sara off at her apartment and gotten himself home he was a mess of regret by way of "God, I can't believe I said that" and "She must think I'm some sort of freak." His doubts, however were washed away when he opened his front door and his phone went off. Given the time of night he figured it could be only one person. He rushed inside and lifted the receiver to hear the beautiful sound of Sara's voice telling him that she'd had a wonderful time and that she wanted to have him over for supper the following day, to which he gladly accepted. That little bit of stress off his mind, Jim was able to get a half decent night's sleep. I say half decent due to the fact that images of Sara kept popping into his dreams at random intervals. Which in and of itself was not a pleasant thing, but whenever she'd show up Jim would picture himself back in the restaurant feeling like a schoolboy on his first date.
As Jim's willpower it is my function and duty to ensure that whenever he finds himself in an "off" situation he keeps his composure and his head. I think, so far, I've done a fairly good job of it. But like I said……………thus far.