Well, in that case. Yes. She hasn't told me anything about it, but she hasn't been around.
Uh huh. And it's bad enough that you apparently don't feel like getting fucked in your own room, because you don't want me to see how bad it really was. That about right? Vivienne is gonna kill you if she has to fund another stint in rehab. And then I'll have to kill our mom.
is there anyone here who has not seen your goddamn cock? except me lately. it's stupid. who has a husband that just shows up out of nowhere? this isn't fucking lifetime.
it wasn't that bad. [ it was that bad. ] i just needed to get it out of my system, and now i'm fine. i just don't want to disturb the staff while they're cleaning everything up. [ "everything" being broken glass and vomit. #sexy ] and anyway, there's an easy solution to all of that. our mother doesn't have to know, and like fuck am i going to rehab again. you can take care of me like you always do.
I could probably cook up a list for you. Who cares?
I'm not telling our mother anything. And I love taking care of my little brother. I have a place for us, but you'll have to sneak here. Just pretend it's special ops.
No, nothing like that. It's just a spare guestroom, east wing, upperfloor. Less populated here. If you're sneaky enough, the maids won't know to clean it. Totally isolated. You haven't gotten rusty, have you? We used to fuck around all the time, in the barracks. Can't remember ever getting caught. Can you?
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I don't think Anora is stopping by anytime soon, champ.
Did you cum everywhere or something? Explain.
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right. her great big love story.
jesus fuck, ash. i was just drinking. and maybe doing some blow. am i not allowed to engage in self-care around here?
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She hasn't told me anything about it, but she hasn't been around.
Uh huh. And it's bad enough that you apparently don't feel like getting fucked in your own room, because you don't want me to see how bad it really was. That about right?
Vivienne is gonna kill you if she has to fund another stint in rehab. And then I'll have to kill our mom.
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it's stupid. who has a husband that just shows up out of nowhere? this isn't fucking lifetime.
it wasn't that bad. [ it was that bad. ] i just needed to get it out of my system, and now i'm fine. i just don't want to disturb the staff while they're cleaning everything up. [ "everything" being broken glass and vomit. #sexy ] and anyway, there's an easy solution to all of that. our mother doesn't have to know, and like fuck am i going to rehab again. you can take care of me like you always do.
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Who cares?
I'm not telling our mother anything. And I love taking care of my little brother.
I have a place for us, but you'll have to sneak here. Just pretend it's special ops.
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[ it's a clear sign to shut up about anora. ]
okay. where?
not anywhere you've fucked anyone else.
i want it to just be you and me. at least for a little bit.
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No, nothing like that. It's just a spare guestroom, east wing, upperfloor. Less populated here. If you're sneaky enough, the maids won't know to clean it. Totally isolated.
You haven't gotten rusty, have you? We used to fuck around all the time, in the barracks. Can't remember ever getting caught. Can you?