Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I had to listen to him rant for days about his rule of no eggs in the house. He’s so weird. It didn’t help that all I did was laugh at him whenever he brought it up or asked me if I was taking him seriously or not. I definitely was not taking him seriously, not even a little, but then he threatened to bring a rat inside… I now hide the eggs on top of the cupboard.
Unfortunately he still wears his gloves whenever he touches anything, no matter how thoroughly we sterilise it first. This doesn’t include when he’s holding me or Dillan, though. Exploring my naked body with his naked hands seems to be his favourite pastime at present, not that I’m complaining.
Our last venture, only a week or so ago, took us to his new store and I have to admit, even though I didn’t get a chance to help him plan the look of the new place due to the fact we were arguing that weekend, it looks amazing now that it’s finished. It’s just the outside that needs decorating now, and the inside obviously needs filling with sparkly, pretty things.
Now I’m wondering how he’s going to run his store and live three hours away at the same time. Maybe he expects us to move to London, although he’s made no mention of it. Perhaps he’s…
Nope. I’m not doing it to myself anymore. I need to stop questioning things in my mind when I never bother to learn the actual answers to them.
“Oh my god!” I squeal, practically dancing my way over to a stand that seems to sell mostly beach toys and sticks of rock.
“What?” Nathan looks at where I’m pointing and smirks. “Really?”
“How often do you get a sugar dummy shaped as a penis?” The two women standing to the side, picking out flavoured rock, stare at me like I’m a loon. “Can I have it?”
He blinks. “No.”
“But it looks so tasty.”
“Get the one that isn’t shaped like a penis.” He waves his hand, pointing to the red, sugar dummies hanging from the ceiling by different coloured ribbons.
I pout, wishing I hadn’t left my bag in the car. He turns to look at Dillan, who is sat in his pram playing with his feet. I take this second to shove my hand into his pocket and snatch his wallet.
“Hey,” he moans, reaching for his property. I turn and bend over it and quickly pull out a five pound note. “Give me back my wallet.”
“Fine.” I throw it at him, trying not to laugh when it bounces off his forehead, and quickly run to the lady behind the till with the penis sweet in my hand.
“Are you old enough?” She quips, her grey brow rising with amusement.
“You really want to walk around with a penis hanging from your neck?” Nathan looks at me in disbelief.
“No.” I shake my head, take my change and pull the clear plastic wrapper from the goody. “I want to walk around with a penis in my mouth.”
The two ladies who were staring at me before burst out laughing, especially when Nathan’s cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.
“Hmmm,” I moan, sucking happily as I link my arm through his. “Want some?”
He stares at me in disgust. “No, I do not.”
I shrug, release his arm and skip ahead. “Aww, booby shaped jelly sweets.”
He places his hand beneath my shoulders and shoves me forward. I race to the stand next door and buy doughnuts.
Memories of the night when Nathan took me to the fair out of town makes me smile, especially when I had to feed him doughnuts. I wonder if he’ll let me do that again.
It’s not until I’ve received my doughnuts that I realise that Nathan is missing. Looking behind me and peering over people, I try to find him and Dillan.
“Nath?” I shout, using the shortening of his name, which he only lets me use. Sasha tried yesterday and he scowled.
Scratching my hair with one hand and holding the donuts with the other, I stand randomly in the middle of the street, ignoring the disgruntled people who have to walk around me. Déjà vu. This happened when we went to the fair together. He was buying pictures of our ride on the Ferris wheel, but I didn’t know that until a while later when I found them in a drawer in his room.
“Nath?”
“Here.” His voice comes from behind me. I’m wondering why it’s slightly muffled until I see what he has in his mouth.
“They do booby shaped sugar dummies too?”
He nods, smiling around his treat. “Best tasting breasts I’ve ever had.”
“Funny,” I snap, scowling at him playfully. “I was going to say the same about my penis.”
He laughs and throws his arm around my shoulders. “I think you need something to compare it to.”