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Chris

“It’s been three weeks, Chris. They’ve talked, they’ve whined, and no one has deliberated on firing you, so I doubt they’re about to. Man up and do your job as if the tutu is still twirling.” Talking to Carli on Facetime, not only can I feel the emotion, but I see it too. I’m glad to see she’s well, but I’m thrilled she can’t hit me in person. If she could grab me through the phone and throttle me right now, I bet she would.

“I know it’s only been three weeks, Car. But Maxan and Charlebois have been opposed to me from the start. This just fuels them further.”

“Christ on a clementine!” Huffing loudly, she shakes her fist at the screen. “Look at me, Chris. You’re stressing me out. Stop being such a puss.” Looking over her shoulder, she turns back to the phone and whispers, “It’s a long shot that James will let me come out and save your ass, but I’ll try. Remember, there’ll be two babies in tow too. You don’t want me spilling boob as you bang some man against the table.” She quickly holds her hand up. “Actually, scratch that. I’m not scaring my baby girls with you strapped down. I think I’ll just stay here.”

“I’m not with anyone, Carli. I mean—”

“What happened with Tyler? I thought that was going well?”

“It was—is.” I’m not really sure what we are. “I don’t know, Car. I haven’t talk to him in weeks. I’ve left messages, but he hasn’t returned any of them. It would be a really long distance thing. I mean, he has his company there, and I’m stuck here with the state affairs. Not really a great start for a relationship when you can’t see each other in person.”

“Yeah, true. Have you been with anyone since?”

Shaking my head, I purse my lips. “Nope.”

Her brows rise to heights I didn’t think they could manage. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, I know you. Two days is a dry spell, so two weeks is an eternity. Three weeks without sex...You must really like this guy. Even when he’s not returning calls you’re staying off dick. I’m impressed, Chris.”

“Yeah, me too.” I drive her back towards the topic. “What do you think I should do about the job?” A few State’s Senators are calling for my resignation, mainly because I’m gay, and of course a few states are backing me wholeheartedly, namely Texas, Oklahoma, Alabama and Florida, as well as the boys from New York.

“Get the lay of the land from the Texan. If he thinks you need to worry, worry. If not, keep plugging along and do your job.”

“I guess that’s best anyway. Not like I can help the state and get support if I stop doing the job asked.”

“Damn right, I’m right. Now, I gotta run. I’ll try to pop out and see you before we leave for Japan.”

“You can stay at the house. All of you. No one’s there while it’s for sale anyway. So it’s yours to use if you stop in.”

She smiles. “We might do that. A day in the country may make Jamieson feel better anyway. Sitting in this concrete jungle, he’s becoming unhinged. It’s taking a lot of —”

“Yep! I get it. Sex. Okay, Carli. Let me know. Chat later, love.”

“Sounds good.” With a big wink, she grins and signs off.

I’ve been sex free—well, by the hands and cocks of others—for three weeks. I’m itching for a release. Her talking about having a romp with a sexy man like Jamieson Crown, I’m having a hard time containing my thoughts. They wander to visions of a sexy man and a big cock.

Shit.

Now I’ve done it.

Where are those damn toys?

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