“I, for one, don’t like the Orwellian future our children are facing. It’s high time we take time out to be present. It’s time we take the phones out of our kids’ hands and give them back books. It’s time we took our message to the steps of the capitol. And if they don’t want to hear it, the Governor’s mansion is right around the corner. Recess is over!”
Sumi squinted at the phone screen, internally cringing again. She wondered if Jordan had ever been asked who theourin question was, whenever he talked aboutour kids, seeing as he was unmarried with no children of his own and had barely ever been more than a substitute classroom teacher for a singlesemester before running for the school board.Stop it, now you’re just being mean. It’s not his fault you’ve got a foot out the door. You’ve been here for three years, don’t pretend that you didn’t fall for his schtick at the beginning.
It was a relief when he received a phone call a short while later from one of the interns in his office. Sumi watched as he frowned, casting his eyes about as if his laptop might appear in her small, eat-in kitchen, fully knowing he’d not carried it in.
“You should go home if you still have work to do,” she told him as earnestly as she could. “I have a pounding headache. I’m taking a shower and going to bed. If you have to talk things over with the team, I don’t want you to have to whisper because of me.” It was a terrible excuse, but her words were pointed enough, and he nodded, taking his leave just a few minutes later.
She had once asked ChaoticConcertina if he thought she could simply ghost her life. She had asked the question in jest, clarifying that that wasn’t actually her plan. But as the days went by and Sumi found that she still couldn’t bring herself to have the conversations she knew needed to be had, ghosting seemed like a better and better idea.
She didn’t want to be told that she was being impulsive, didn’t want to hear that she was being irresponsible. She didn’t want to be told by people who didn’t understand how she felt that she was going to regret it.
She’d been making the hour-long commute to the house a few times a week, not coming home to her condo until it was dark. By the time she would need to hire actual movers, Sumi was determined that there would be nothing left but the furniture.And he hasn’t noticed a single thing.
She was judicious in her purging. If it did not bring her joy, if it was not useful in her daily life, if it was not enormously sentimental — it was not coming.This is a fresh start, right? You don’t need to bring every bad decision with you.If it didn’tspark joy, she was leaving it behind, and that included this relationship.Fax, no printer.
Sumi tiptoed to the door once she heard his car start in the short driveway, creeping up to the sidelight as if he might still be lurking on the porch, waiting to catch her. It wasn’t until his headlights turned out of her driveway that she relaxed, opening the door just enough to peek her head out, watching his taillights disappear around the corner.Alone at last.
To her slight disappointment, the messages she had received during dinner were not from ChaoticConcertina.
The first was from Elspeth.You must be the luckiest teacher in the world. I think we might already have a buyer! I had dinner with some colleagues from my office and the one has a niece relocating to your city. She’s not interested in anything big, doesn’t want to have to worry about upkeep or yard, but she’s not keen on renting. I think your condo would be perfect for her. Do you want to see if she’s interested in making an offer?
Sumi closed her eyes. She was ready to walk away from all of it.
If it would sweeten the pot, I’m willing to leave all major appliances behind, they’re all new within the last five years. Furniture if she wants it. Let’s go for it.
There was no sense in beating around the bush, no point to dragging her feet any longer. She had a new life waiting for her in Cambric Creek.
The second notification was an email.We are thrilled to welcome you to the Bloomerang family, pending approval of your business license.
Tears filled her eyes. She was going to be a business owner, was going to have her dream job.You’re going to make new friends. You’re going to learn about Sylvan culture. You are going to find the pieces of yourself that have been missing all these years.
And maybe she would meet someone new. After all, she’d visited one single establishment and had practically proposed to a stranger.A rude, handsome jerk. Maybe there would be someone there in Cambric Creek who caught her eye, who would be attracted to her curves, her long dark hair, her love of pop culture and flowers and aptitude with Gen Alpha slang.Or maybe you and ChaoticConcertina can finally meet up. The thought made her shiver. She thought about that hand, that perfect, long fingered hand. The strength in it was evident. And that arm!
Sumi bit her lip, rolling quickly to retrieve the toy from her bedside table. The lowest setting on the dual armed vibrator was a deep, rumbly buzz against her clit. Those fingers would work magic on her body, she knew it. And after all, he knew her so well. He knew her better than anyone, at this point. He shared her interests and supported her dreams. It went without saying that he would finger her like a pro.He would pay attention to what you like and know just how to touch you.
A tilt of the wand, increased pressure against the side of her swollen pearl, just the way he would know how to rub those long fingers. She envisioned that lithe arm, sinuous and strong, sliding the shaft of the vibrator into her slickness, her eyes instantly rolling back at the way it rumbled and thumped against her inner walls. His was the kind of arm that had the stamina to go to the finish line. He would be able to finger fuck her until she was screaming, rubbing her clit to completion, never even slowing down until she came on his hand, clenching around his fingers.
She clenched around the vibrator instead, wishing it were thicker, girthier, more like a real cock, more like whatever ChaoticConcertina was packing. The little vibrating mouth continued to work against her clit as she rode the orgasm, her back arching off the mattress as she shook.
Tomorrow, Sumi thought, once she was under the covers her eyes heavy and her body sated. She was going to ask him about his girlfriend tomorrow.Maybe they’re not even serious.
Maybe, she thought with her last vestige of consciousness, it was time toaskhim for a dick pic.
The Rizzler
Ranar
PinksPosies&Pearls:I broke up with my boyfriend
I had NO intention of telling him I was leaving.
I was just going to ghost.
He found out from one of his toadies in the union after I resigned.
He had no idea I hated it.
And that’s super sad. How could he not?!
