Laura's Behavious and Tonya's Appetite

Laura had been sullen and angrily resentful the entire previous day. Today, however, she seemed to be in a much better mood. The mood change was odd, particularly as Laura seemed to be perky, even downright giggly, which was as out-of-character for Laura as the sullen anger had been.

Tonya had been nauseous on-and-off for most of yesterday, but when she wasn't feeling sick, her appetite was huge, and she was eating the weirdest things. The cucumber and pickle sandwiches were odd, as were the bowls of tuna in barbeque sauce. When Tonya started snacking on wine and cocoa puffs cereal, however, we started giving her significant looks. Tonya just shrugged and pointed out that she hadn't been on a date with a man in over six months, so that theory was shot down.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, my belly muscles twitching.

Chrissie glanced at me, keeping her distance. "I'm going to bed. It's been a long day. Is that all right with you?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not going to sleep with this thing stuck in me again. I've had to sleep with it every night so far."

Chrissie shrugged. "That's your tough luck. I'm not helping you."

I walked forward, the dildo bobbing underneath my robe. "Oh, I think I can convince you otherwise, sweetie."

Chrissie ran behind the couch. "Stay away from me, you bitch!"

I walked around the couch after her. "Oh, come on, you want it, slut!"

Chrissie circled around the couch, keeping it between us. "I'm warning you, stay away from me!"

I ran around the couch after her. "I can see this relationship is something we have to work on!" And the chase was on.

I pursued Chrissie around the couch several times, then tried to vault it. That resulted in the sofa being tumbled over backwards. Chrissie screeched and backed away from my grasping hands, then bolted again. I chased her around the living room and grabbed her t-shirt, but she spun and shoved me backwards onto the coffee table. The sound of the coffee table tumbling over created an even bigger racket, but I was back on my feet in a second and gamely chasing Chrissie again, catching her next to the sofa. We tumbled together onto the overturned sofa, Chrissie calling me some very unladylike names as we landed together. I was just getting Chrissie's ankles apart when we realized we had an audience.