Crash Imminent.

As soon as the door closed, the combined fatigue of the last couple days hit me all at once...shit...it's only been one day since I got the gun? ...yeah. I got home early, at about 3, zapped Jack into Jackie, into Jenni, into Jacalyn, into the unknown cop, into Jessica, then a different Jessica, then into Jayne. Oh, and THEN the all time best cookie sellers came to my front door. I've lost count on how many times I've blown my load, and I don't even know how to count how many women have fucked and sucked me today. Literally. Are all the J's the same woman? Or are they the different?

Looking across the sofa I can see that Jayne is beginning to drift too, even despite the cookie induced sugar rush. "Okay, let's get some sleep. You look about as tired as I feel. And somehow, I think that we're going to need our strength tomorrow."

"Ooh? Do you have some plans for those pistols you're packing?" The magenta-haired vixen teases me. Lifting her feet into my lap, she starts to rub her feet along my still bare shaft.

"No, no plans. I've been flying by the seat of my pants since I found this thing, and I'd say it worked out pretty well so far." Taking one of her feet in my hands I begin to massage them.

"Oooh...you've got five minutes to stop doing that." She purred, as another cookie disappeared. We might actually have to call Susi and Veronica for more cookies. I mean, we were likely going to call them again, but not necessarily for cookies.

So...five minutes later Jayne and I trudged up the stairs and fell into bed, barely managing to get under the sheets before sleep took us both. I must say, that having a beautiful woman cuddled up against you makes sleep an even more enjoyable experience.

I was woken up after what felt like five minutes, but my watch showed was actually 9 hours. I'd been completely out of it. You know how cat owners constantly talk about how their cat will wake them up by just staring at them? Well, I could finally relate.

"I was wondering when you'd get up. Your phone's been ringing for the last half hour, and someone just started knocking on your door."

"Ahh...shit. It's Saturday, right? The fifth?" I could only groan at Jayne's nod. "She's going to kill me for not picking her up at the airport."

"Who?"

"My best friend from college. She's moving out here and I told her she could crash with me until she found a place of her own. I'm guessing the phone calls left messages about her landing, and getting her bags and then finally 'where are you? I'm taking a cab.'" Just then another round of knocking rattled through the house. "And that is likely her. Come on, let's get dressed and go let her in before she tries climbing in through a window or something."

I grab some clean clothes while Jayne runs over to "her room" to get some herself. "So Mark...what do we tell her about us? About the gun?"

"Let's not mention the gun, at least not right away. As for us...let's see what she knows already. That thing seems to warp reality, the Wilderness duo weren't surprised to see you over here yesterday, but before the gun, you'd never been in here."

Jogging to the door, I yell out to the person on the other side, "Hold your horses Rose, I'm coming." Pulling open the door see my best friend. Given how I stood her up at the airport this morning, I was sincerely expecting a more annoyed look on her face.

"Morning asshole. You're paying me back for the cab ride. And you know not to call me Rose." Tirade over, she jumped into my arms for a big hug. "It's so good to see you again Mark. I've missed hanging out with you since graduation. Thanks for letting me crash here. You must be Jayne!" She said, turning to my...roommate? "I'm Rachel. Mark's told me so much about you!"

"Oh? Has our boy been telling secrets out of class?"

"Psh. Mark and I have no secrets from each other. Never have. I really look forward to getting to hang out with you two, but for now, do you mind if I go freshen up? I always feel grimy after flying that long."

"No problem. Any open bedroom upstairs is yours." I respond to my friend as she heads up the stairs.