Don't worry, its just the shame that comes with being in the same ten group as the sixty ninth number

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Ok other then my normal reasoning for delays or short chapters...

Well I got sick.

And being sick kinda sucks for producing stuff. So yeah I'm blaming it on that.

(Another 2 chapters should be posted today to make it up...if not then I died from sleep deprivation...actually its probably just another one of the more common reasons for missing things. Like tired and laziness.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Me and Carlo navigated the menu of 'Betty's Dining.' to try to find something that was both vegan and not disgusting. A nigh-impossible task.

Alas with the comfort of MY own man as a seat I managed to find that rare gem-like dish. Much to our belly's delights.

So after we ordered 'Fries with the hot sauce of anime hunks." me and Carlo descended into a soft silence of sorts.

Not the ones that prelude horrid cattystrophicies, but the type you'd imagine old couples have when losing themselves within their lover's eyes.

...

Of course, our love was of far greater potency and amount. Not to knock those old lovebirds of course. But what me and Carlo have is special. It's more than just plain ol...affection.

Hmm, could one say that we are...Soulmates? No, I don't think so. It's more like...the two most awesome people ever met and fell in love. Get it? It is beautiful and sacred and so perfect that to end it would be a crime far greater than two murders.

And-

Carlo: "You're doing that thing."

Carlo's hand slid up my hem and neared my hips before resting on the side of my thigh. Gently he squeezed, but even that was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

Susan: "Uuuh?"

Unladylike, I know. But if someone else needed to deal with a man even half as dashing as Carlo...well I'd wager that their heads would go blank as well.

Carlo: "Where you're imagining how awesome you are."

My face flushed for reasons unrelated to the growing heat below.

Susan: "I AM awesome! And that wasn't what I was thinking of."

Carlo: "Sure."

Susan: "I'm serio-!"

Bam!

Carlo/Susan: "Oww!"

I rubbed my head and Carlo did the same to his chin. Though it did little in actually numbing the pain. But alas, this is but one of the many risks of having your boyfriend in chair mode. Or...perhaps it is the risk of being a girlfriend in seat mode?

Semantics I suppose.

What mattered now was finding the proper way to nuzzle back into my boyfriend's neck.

Susan: "Hmm, Caaarlo, let go of my shoulders."

Carlo: "No."

I rolled my eyes.

Susan: "Carlo, that was nothing but a love bump. You'll be fine."

Carlo: "And you'll be fine a couple of inches away from my head."

I turned my head to Carlo just enough for him to be stricken by my spelling-bending smile...not actual magic, of course, just my devastating beauty.

Susan: "Carlo, snuggling with you is like basking in a summer day's warmth. So warm that all garments are but nuisances, so hot that a women's lip can not help but salivate to deal with the heat. So lovely, that I'd be little more than mush. Ready and willing to be moved by the clever hands of-"

Carlo: "Nice poetry, but I'm not playing hard to get."

Susan: "S-seriously man!?"

Carlo nodded.

I crossed my arms.

Susan: "Fuck, fine! I'll just...do whatever the hell you want. Like usual!"

Carlo: "Wait, no, Susan don't do that!"

Susan: "I'm not doing anything."

Carlo: "Yes you are. You're acting like I did something wrong."

Susan: "No, I'm simmering!"

Carlo: "That's my point. You shouldn't be pissed at me for saying no. It makes it hurtful, and-"

Susan: "Well SOOORRRY Carlo. It's just that after my 12-hour shift on a SATURDAY, I wanted to spend some quality time with my Boyfriend. But you know, fuck that! Because oooh no my head was fucking bumped and-"

A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

Carlo: "Shhhhh, Susan, let's be quiet for a bit, okay?"

Oh, I'd hardly call him pressing his thumb against my lips a 'Let's be quiet for a bit,' More of a 'Shut the fuck up whore.'

So no, I did not want to shut up. I wanted to bite his thumb till it bleed, so then he'd at least have an actual reason to complain like a bitch.

And really, couldn't he be a bit less of a cheapskate? Like Betty's cool and all but half the reason we keep eating here is because of our 30% family/friend discount. I mean, I've taken him to Paris! You'd think he could at least take me to that Michelin-star restaurant once in a while.

...

I nibbled on Carlo's thumb, and on cue, he pulled away.

Susan: "I'm... sorry."

Carlo: "Hmm-"

Carlo stroked the back of my head, lightly directing it up. And by the time he spoke again, I was more lost in his eyes than not.

Carlo: "And why are you sorry?"

I looked away.

Susan: "I'm not 12 anymore, Carlo."

Carlo slid his hand to my cheek, raising my head up as his descended.

Carlo: "Good practices remain no matter how old you get...or how beautiful."

We inched closer.

Susan: "...I'm sorry for losing my cool...and pushing too hard. And I uhm....uuh-"

Fuck, how did his lips look so good? It's like they were glowing, or shining, or-

Susan/Carlo: "MmmhmmmhmMhhm-a-Ah!"

By the time we broke apart, the fries we'd ordered had reached our table, though there was no waitress in sight.

Thanks, Betty.

Carlo: "Hmm, was that another perfect kiss?"

I smiled.

Susan: "It always is."

Carlo returned my smile by leaning in for another smooch.

I ducked my head.

Carlo: "...You okay?"

Susan: "I'm fine. Just...y'know I don't mean to do it right?"

Carlo: "What?"

I rested my head on his shoulders.

Susan: "Getting pissed. I...I know I have anger issues. And I try to figure things out with my therapist. But in the end, I always break at some point! And-"

Carlo: "Hey! It's okay. It was just a small scuffle Susan. Nothing more. So like...you don't need to beat yourself up over it."

Susan: "...Okay..."

Wrapping one arm around my waist, Carlo pulled me closer. Smushing our bodies together.

Carlo: "It's probably not even you Susan. I mean, 12 hours is a lot. And the pay isn't even that good. You'd be a lot calmer if you just-"

Susan: "I can't lose this job, Carlo, it's not an option."

Carlo: "Why not?"

Because they'll kill me.

Susan: "Because it's my passion silly."

Carlo: "And crashing through my roof is part of that passion?"

I snorted.

Susan: "Anything with you is passionate."

Carlo raised a brow.

Susan: "Is that so?"

I wiggled my hips, touching the edge of his tip.

Carlo: "e-Eeek!"

I giggled.

Susan: "e-Eeek?"

Carlo: "y-You caught me by surprise!"

Susan: "Oh Carlo, a snail could catch you off-guard."

He huffed.

Carlo: "You're putting me in a terrible mood, Susan."

I wiggled a bit more.

Susan: "That's good, I like that side of you."

I whispered into his ear

Susan: "Pin me down whenever you want. I'm yours."

Carlo: "f-Fuuuck. Susan, come on, not again. Betty might kick us out for real this time."

Susan: "Not if we do it in the stalls. Not if you gag me...Not if you KEEP me gagged."

Lightly, I bounced on his lap.

Carlo: "m-MHh!"

Susan: "You like it, don't you? Going around town with your mistress, fucking her whenever she wants. All at once destroying every rule you pledged yourself to. Isn't that right, my little stud?"

Carlo: "n-Nooo."

I stopped, even with his 'Sporadic' and 'Domination' kinks there was still a limit to what he was okay with. And though I was sure he was just playing hard to get I...well this isn't something I can risk being wrong at.

Susan: "Hmm, you remember your safe word, right? I haven't heard it yet dearie."

Carlo: "..."

...Maybe he still thinks I'm roleplaying?

Susan: "Really, if you don't want this then just say it. It's red, right? Your favorite color. I'll-"

Carlo: "Holy shit Susan, you get me this pent-up and start asking questions now!? Yes! I want it! I-"

I restarted our little dance.

Carlo: "Wait!"

But before I could even lift my hips I was forced to stop again. I sighed.

Carlo: "Are you...are you really okay?"

Susan: "What do you mean?"

Carlo: "I mean, with how much you complain about your job...I worry that you're going to look back and like...regret it ya know?"

...Regret?

...

Probably. I already regret a lot of things after all. Meeting that demon. Getting stuck in this shitty gov job in the first place. And...of course...I regret what I let happen to Carlo's mom...and what that put Carlo through...

But most of all...

I think I regret that none of those are the things I regret the most.

That I've done and allowed worse.

But...one can't keep themselves a prisoner of the past.

That's what my therapist says at least.

And so, I say

Susan: "Nah."

Carlo: " ...Okay, let's have sex then."

Susan: "YES!"

The final section! (Section.)

Yeah this entire chapter's story was made just to confirm without a shadow of the doubt...

That something...truly mortifying will happen to Ms.Care.

So, prepare for the worst...

On like next chapter because this one is done lol.(Ok also because I wanted to write a "Future" scene for a multitude of reasons.)