Page 24 of Milk for His Daddy


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LOL

I do miss the food.

I can’t argue with the food selection, or the shopping.

Not one for shopping.

Gasp!

I have a few suits for work, but when I’m off, it’s jeans and flannels, so I don’t need much else.

I *heart emoji* flannels. Do you have any gray sweatpants?

No. But I have loose pajama pants.

Not the same. I’m buying you some right now.

You don’t need to do that.

It’s not for you. *Winky face.*

That’s a good sign. It means that he plans to see me again. I hope he wants to see— My phone chimes again.

Done.

That was fast.

I know what I want.

I like that about you.A man who knows what he wants. Yes, please.So how long will you be in NY?

Hopefully just a few days, but I work with idiots.

What do you do?

IT.

Do you like it?

Most of the time. Just not when I have to work with other people.

People suck sometimes.

You suck very well.

I laugh and blush at the praise.

Thanks.

We exchange more texts, and before I know it, it’s eleven. That would also explain why my chest is getting tight.

I really need to pump, but it seems weird to do it while talking with someone.

He’d never know, but still.

I wonder what he’d think about it?

Would he be disgusted?