Home (b.)

You stroll into the house around 10:20 pm. The house is relatively quiet. You can hear the hum of television from Jared's room, and there's a light under the doorway to Riley's. All the cars were accounted for, so despite the calm, everyone is likely home. You grab a beer from the fridge, kick off your shoes and peel your socks, setting them on one of the dining room chairs. You...are unsettled. When you agreed to the...arrangement, you had hoped that it would be... equitable. You know that you've been out of the game for a while, if you ever were really in it, but... it does gall a little that Jenna is somewhere...getting to taste some strange while you trot down the stairs of your deck to sit by the pool. Is "unfair" even applicable here? {if Details = 1
}Yeah...she'll be home later...with some juicy details. the shame you feel at being aroused by that prospect makes you more aroused, which fills you with more shame.... ahh! You don't like this. Yes, it's hot, and maybe it was the only way to salvage things after what happened, but you don't know if you can do this.{else
}Is this how it's supposed to feel? You suppose if you were getting some of your own right now, it wouldn't feel like this. You try to calm down, and tell yourself it will get better. {endif
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