“Do we have to talk about moving?”
“I thought you wanted to talk about it,” he commented as he stroked the back of my neck. “Hmm?” He prompted me and kissed the side of my head.
He came over under the pretense that we would talk about it. Would he be mad if we didn’t talk about it? I should try to meet him in the middle.
“Moving makes me nervous.”
“I understand, Ryan. This has been your home since college. It has been your safe haven. You’re comfortable here.” He kissed the side of my head again and gave my stomach a pat again. “But, you’ll be comfortable in my place too. I know that change is frightening for you, but I will help you.”
“It’s just, everything will be different if I move in.”
“Yes, things will be different, Ryan. But they will be good changes.”
I opened my mouth to start my venting rant about my worries, but I decided to just leave it where it was for the time. I didn’t have the energy to talk about moving anymore.
* * *
I had just finished eatingdinner and was wrapping up my conversation with the girls. Russell was going to be here in about forty-five minutes and I still needed to take a shower and get ready.
Kim: What are you wearing tonight for Mr. Moore?
April: Did he give you instructions?
Ryan: He said that I could wear jeans and a black t-shirt.
April: What did he say about underwear?
Ryan: He didn’t say or specify.
April: Well, what’s your plan?
Ryan: My plan? My plan is to get offline and go get ready. One of his friends and his sub will be there tonight. I don’t want to embarrass him by looking like I don’t care. So I need to get off the computer and go take my shower.
Kim: Wear some underwear that will catch his eye.
Ryan: I might not even be out of my pants tonight. It’s a casual, small group of his friends.
April: That’s more of a reason to put on something that will make Russell hard and wanting. Do you have any jockstraps at your place or are they all at his?
Ryan: I have some here.
Kim: Quick, can you get us some pics? We’ll help you select one.
Ryan: I don’t have time.
April: Hurry, Ry! We need to see these jockstraps.
Ryan: I’m capable of making a selection with his best interest at mind.
Kim: Just like the plastic jug of iced tea?
April: She said it, not me.
Ryan: Fuck! Am I ever going to be forgiven for that?
April: Yes, go get the pictures of the jockstraps.
I hurried down the hall and put the two that I had on my bed, snapped the pics and while I headed back to the living room, I forwarded the images to my laptop. I sent the picture of the black one and then the blue one to them.
