Getting over my fetish 2
“So did you make your calls?”
“Yep they well be here after thanksgiving.”
“How many are coming?”
“I don’t know. Not many I don’t think. Amy and Mike know a few people.”
“Ok, for now we well give Jack a break from being used. After your shit he needs to heal a bit.”
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The next morning Dawn comes down to the basement. “Morning dear how was your night.”
“I’m still in lots of pain.”
“I’m sorry hon.” She looked over at my stomach. “It does not seem it went down any.” She placed her hand on my stomach. “Well I’ll be back a little later. I have to cook thanksgiving dinner. It’s only going to be use three at least until tomorrow.” She said as she walked away.
Until tomorrow what did she mean by that? Thanksgiving dinner, just the thought of it made me want to throw up if I could. I still can’t believe another human can shit that much and for Roberta forcing all that her crap down my throat like that. How could anyone just sit there and do that knowing that it was that big. I am so glad Dawn came down when she did but the pain I am feeling kind of makes me wish she never did.
