Egg and tall mallow Bagel

He awoke with a start. Fumbling with the alarm clock he could not get it to shut up, only to realize it was the shit cell phone ringing. Just as he reached for it, the sonorousness stopped. Shit ! Now he was alive and ticked off. He looked at the numeral, cypher he recognized, no voice mail, Damn sales agreement vociferation. He started to set the speech sound down when he heard a small chirp, the notification alert. He glanced at the sound. She had posted something on Facebook again.

He had retired after 30 years of hospital work as a therapist. Going from one patient's room to another, to another… It all stopped with retreat. Not to name the partial tone lock down and social distancing due to widespread health concern. It was all very isolating. The few coworkers and even fewer former affected role who friended him were often a bright spot in an otherwise darkness and dreary day.

He looked at her post."egg and cheeseflower on a crisp bagel"made one for infant, then everyone else wanted one too ! Stretching, he saw scuttlebutt appearing right on cue."I'll hire one ”."one for me too please ”. He grinned, getting into the act,"Since you're making so many, I'll take one, and if you hurry you can work it to me in bed !"To his surprisal she Immediately replied,"Only for you, since you've seen me in bed so many clip !"Followed by a smiley face that was laughing so hard it had tears. He replied,"and you know me, always looking forward to desolate. Followed by a smiley face with hearts for eyes.

He thought back to her hospitalizations, the many time when he would promote her, reassure her, try to calm her care, and get her to walk, to progress her lastingness. They had developed a chemistry together, they had a similar, slightly naughty, sense of sense of humour. They would comment on things and look at each other realizing that no one else in the room picked up on their humor. On one day she was in the intensive care whole, having a rough time of it. He stopped by to see her and she was walking in the hall with physical therapy. They were about to stop. The therapist said she didn't have her walking music, so she was having trouble getting into the"zone ”."Got you covered"was his response. He pulled out his cubicle phone and brought up a video recording on YouTube then hit play…the theme song from the Lone fire warden ! She slowly turned to look at him with a stare that said,"jailor you, bastard"! Not even a lead of a smiling. Then she turned back…and kept walking. Ever since, whenever they ran into each other, one or both would softly say"High Ho sliver"under their breath.

Another chirp on his phone brought him back to realness."You da best"with a smiley blowing a osculation."Just bring it on upstairs when you get here, the front door's open up. The wife never locks it on her way out to work."he thinks to himself as he rolls over for some more than rest. He was sleeping soundly when she slowly opened the front room access. She steps inside, closing the door quietly and moving to the kitchen. After she pops a bagel into the toaster, she pours a large glass of orangeness juice. Seeing a frying pan on the stove top, she turns on a burner and drops an egg in. She puts the bagel on a small plate then a slicing of cheese followed by the egg. With collection plate and juice in script, she starts quietly up the stair. Pausing at the bedroom door, she juggles the plate and cup, then opens the door and whole step into the bedroom."Good break of the day cheer ”, she says while approaching the bed.

Turning his head with a snap as he rolls over in the direction of the interpreter, he tries to make gumption of affair, in the thick of his sleepiness. Why, you're here, wha ?"Your egg and tall mallow bagel with a large O.J., your darling,"was her subject of fact reply. He raises up on one elbow saying"here"indicating the juice. She hands him the cup and he takes a couple of gulps, so it's not so full, and sets it on his nightstand. He then takes the diminished collection plate and balances it on his digital alarm clock."So, what prompted this ?"he inquires."

"Just wondering about desert."Is her answer with a slight smiling on her sassing and an vivid flash in her eyes. He took her script as if to say thanks and pulled her in for a severe passionate candy kiss while getting an arm behind her shoulders. Her eyes opened astray as, with amphetamine of a judo expert, he rolled away from her, bringing her across his hips onto her spine next to him in the bed. All without breaking their kiss. His entrust leg quickly finds it's way between hers and presses up against her. His in good order arm remains locked in behind her berm as she struggles against him. With his go away hired hand he gets her right arm under ascendance and he holds her wrist joint with his right manus. His left deal now free he pulls her hips toward his leaning his hip into her slightly, pressing her into the bedding. Her teat harden and, as she continues to struggle but the increasing pressure between her legs begin to kindle a fondness which takes off, becoming a fire, quickly spreading. Her struggling lessens as she gives way to her cacoethes and she pulls him even deeper into their embrace. He breaks off their kiss and looks deeply into her eyes.

He begins kissing her neck unmindful to the scars and Marks of her many hospital battles. Scars, you see are like tattoos, only with better story. He continues on to her breasts, licking, teasing the already hard nipples, gently biting, nibbling, sucking. She presses into him as the intensity level of the fire within ever step-up. He slides his impart hand down to find she is already wet as his fingers find their way between her labia and over her clit. She arches her back toward him as he slides a finger's breadth in, finding her G billet. She begins to shudder and lets out a soft moan, then inhales sharply, as a wafture of ecstasy overtakes her. Fluids seem to stream forth out of nowhere. Her breathing becomes harsh. He pushes bedding aside and movement to her hip drinking deeply of her spring of delight. As he begins to lick and tantalize another undulation overtakes her and she once again quiver and fluids pour Forth in teemingness, which he happily drinks directly from the fount itself.

Lost in raptus they are unconcerned with time or little else. He is hard to the level of being painful. He begins to make a motion over her."No you don't “, she says, grabbing his software package. He initially resists until she squeezes harder. Pain compliance profits again as she pushes him away from her and onto his back. Lifting a leg over him she slides herself down onto his throbbing chromatography column, effortlessly sinking slowly to it's base, wetness spreading everywhere. She raises up to bug out a rhythmic up and down. His breathing deepens as her pep pill picks up. She can't quite tell which is getting wider, his smile or his eye ! It isn't long before his eyes close and he begins to buck as his fists clench around the bed linens. Slowing to a stop simply clenching her muscleman makes him start and breathe in sharply, still only able-bodied to break one-word answer. She leans down and tenderly kisses him on she lips whispering in his ear"high ho silver ”. The words fade as matter slip back from his awareness.

Another blamed beeping sound jars him wake. It is his alarm clock this fourth dimension. As he starts to shut off the dismay, he remembers the plateful with the bagel, but too late he shut off the alarm…but there's no scale. No cup of succus on the nightstand. Confused he sits up, putting his hand out to brace himself. No dampness on the bed linens. Now, really confused, he stepped into his somerset flops and went downstairs to the kitchen. Turning on the coffee maker, he looks around. Frying pan is clean, no ill-gotten plate or cup. No nothing. Was it all a aspiration ? Did he imagine it ? His heart is pounding as he gets a cup of coffee and sits down, his hands shaking occasionally. As he seems to be getting a little to a lesser extent confused, and calms down some, until his earphone rings. Google duo, It's a video margin call, it's her !"Hello"he answered."Good to see that you finely woke up"she responded in her sassy, almost impudent assed way."yeah, long night, a really recollective night"he says."what's up ?"Getting quiet she responds with a glint in her eye"just wanted to see if you enjoyed desert."“ What !"he asks, now incredulous. She leans into the speech sound cam, smiles with her eyes sparkling and whispers"High Ho Silver"then hangs up .