Page 69 of Irons

Clarity

Travis

While in the shower, I looked down at my dick and mentally cursed it. It’s not like it was the first time, but damn. It only stopped working when I was with a woman that would remember my failure as a man the next day? Now that Wrenly’s home its standing at attention all the fucking time. Oh, and to top that off, we must have fucked more than once. It felt like it was rubbed raw!

I finished my shower and dried off before slipping into my sweat pants and t-shirt. I planned to stay with Wrenly until work tomorrow. When I walked out of the bathroom, Wrenly was doubled over at the door. I raced over to see if she was okay, but when she looked up she was laughing.

“What’s all this?” I asked but she shook her head.

“I can’t.” She gasped in air and resumed laughing.

“O…kay.” I walked over to the kitchen and looked for the coffee mugs. After finding them I pulled down two. “How do you take it?” I paused. “Actually, I never saw you drink coffee.”

She calmed her laugh. “I don’t drink it often.”

I looked at her like she had two heads. “How the hell do you function in the morning?”

She shrugged. “I only drink it if I have a lot of vanilla creamer and sugar.”

I watched as she poured herself some creamer then added a little coffee and a lot of sugar.

“Ewe.” I added a little sugar and drank it black.

“No judging.” She blew on the coffee before she took a sip.

I threw my hands up in the air. “It’s all creamer from the fridge! Why are you blowing on it?”

She flipped me off then walked out of the kitchen. I’ll never understand women. I picked up my coffee and followed her to the sofa. “I’m guessing you don’t have an appetite for breakfast either?”

“God no, but I’ll need some pain reliever soon. I feel like someone fucked me with a Louisville Slugger last night then used it to hit me in the head.”

I choked on my coffee. What the hell did she just say?

“I’d also like to know why my jaw is so damn sore, and it feels like a bruise on the back of my throat.”

I was still coughing.

She laughed as she patted me on the back. “Who knew my little buddy was packing something so promising in those Transformer underwear.”

“What the hell, Wrenly?” I coughed again then tried to clear my throat.

“Just sayin’.” She took a sip of her creamer carefully, like it was actually hot or something.

“Alright, where’s your Tylenol?” I asked.

“In the cabinet next to the fridge.”

I filled up a glass with water, took two Tylenol, then took the water and two more Tylenol to Wrenly.

I handed her the glass.

“I really thought I’d have some wine or twelve shots of whiskey before we had this conversation. Not water, this is going to sting.”

I sat down next to her. “I would say tell me when you’re ready, but I think it’s something I need to know.”

She swallowed the pills. “Especially now.” She leaned forward and set the glass on the coffee table, then brought her feet up and curled into the couch.

“Where should I start?” She asked.

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