Chapter Ten
Ryan
“Hey,pussy. Can you transfer five grand to the Ventura Senior Home today?” Chad’s semi-sober voice drawled into the phone when I answeredit.
I curled my fist and set it on my thigh. I wasn’t a pussy. I thought about Russell and all the things he had said to me about the word ‘pussy.’
“So, you decided on the Ventura place?” I said with a hint of sarcasm. “I thought we were going to decide together after you toured theplaces.”
“Nope, I made thedecision.”
“What did you like about it that the other two places didn’t have?” I asked and picked a pen up to makenotes.
“I just liked it better. Got a better vibe from the people and medical staff,” he said in a serioustone.
I set my pen down and pushed the notebookaway.
“Okay.” I paused and tried to think of what I had going through my head. I didn’t know why this was making me feel weird. “So, did you tellher?”
“Yep, but she doesn’t really understand. She said she didn’t need to move. I told her she’s a danger to herself and others. I’ll keep working onit.”
“I understand,” Isaid.
“I don’t give a fuck if you do or don’t understand, pussy. Just send some money to them so we can get her moved. I already sent some from her retirementaccount.”
“Okay. Can you email me the transfer account information? I’ll get it handledtoday.”
“Can you do it before you leave for whatever fucking job youhave?”
“Yes, but I need to getgoing.”
I hung up and waited around for a few minutes for the email and as soon as I received it, I set up the transfer to the senior home. I felt bad about having to do this to her, though I didn’t really know why. It was for her safety. We had tried in-home health care where people would come in to clean and help her manage her medication. But even that became notenough.
I went through my work day on auto pilot and desperately needed some ibuprofen when I got home. I had some soup and crackers for dinner and then logged on to see if April and Kim were online. Tomorrow night was my first kinky party at Russell’s, and I wasnervous.
Ryan: What should Iwear?
April: What did Russellsay?
Ryan: I haven’t asked him. I just thought aboutit.
Kim: Ryan! How are you just now thinking aboutthis?
Ryan: I don’t know. There’s just somuch.
I started to feel defeated. Would I stick out like a sore thumb at this party and embarrass him? I didn’t want to do that, but I really wanted to attend theparty.
Ryan: What about the titles? I mean, how do I addresspeople?
Kim: You need to askRussell.
April: Russell won’t leave you hanging. He will tell you what his expectationsare.
Ryan: What if—what if he’s going to see if I match up with any of hisfriends?
I hit send on that message and then thought about the wide array of friends that he had. I wasn’t a toy. I’d already been a toy and I wasn’t going to do thatanymore.
April: Ry-Guy, you need to cool those jets of yours and relax. You need to have this conversation with himtonight.
