Havoc
I'm calling myself a ton of words, none of them good, as I all but agree to her plan. I'm not disagreeing, but maybe that's worse. If I were disagreeing, at least I would be putting up a fight and not just letting this happen. I've wanted her for too long, and I'm starting to lose the fight.
Fact of the matter is though, I feel awful, and if the only way she's going to let me take a shower is with her, then I'll do what needs to be done. I'm sore, tired, achy, and perpetually horny. Any one of those things would be enough to put someone in a bad mood, but all of them at once? s**t, I'm gonna need the patience of a saint.
Another cough rattles my chest, pulling against the not-yet-healed bruised tissue. It might be time to face the music and admit that I'm sick. Sick isn't a word I
