Karen in Action
Oct. 8th, 2021 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryPre-dawn morning, but Lady Miss Friday was sleeping under the bed or in her closet, so I took the opportunity to join Julian in the living room. It eventually turned to sex. I thought it might, and should probably have been ready to bottom, but he seems to prefer bottoming. That has more to do with his body size. He just has a hard time imagining himself (or any twink, really) as a top. I kind of get it, because I have a similar thing with my dick size. I have no problem bottoming for smaller guys, I just have a lot of issues topping due to mine. No meeting at work, so I just made sure I kept on top of contemporaneously entering mail. We're required to take Monday off for Indigenous People's Day, and the day after a holiday always tends to be a bit of a scramble. I called Phyllis on my lunch break, and despite a rough start of her proclamation that a New World Order is coming, headed by a clandestine elite of Muslims and Jews. Awkward. But after that, she said she's happy things are going so well for me and Julian, offered to send a budgeting worksheet for him to use, and explained her trouble finding work is related to her resistance to getting the vaccine. She has a blood clotting disorder so can't get the shot....which doesn't sound right, but I had to get back to work.
When Julian got home in the evening, I thought we might go roller skating at a rink. I might have been able to get myself enough momentum to go, but Julian was nonplussed. He looked at his bank statement on his phone and demanded to know why the account had been negative for a while. I'm not his bank, but I do know that often times debits and credits aren't entered in order, so advised him to call tomorrow if it wasn't fixed. Especially since he was drinking. That held him for a while, though he continued interrogating me over it. Again, though, I'm not his bank, and I just kept telling him to call tomorrow. He called whatever customer service number he could and ranted to that poor individual for a few hours instead. He demanded they close the card, as he suspected identity theft. He asked me for $100 to start an account at Cal Coast Credit Union, I figured I could run to an ATM tomorrow morning.
When Julian got home in the evening, I thought we might go roller skating at a rink. I might have been able to get myself enough momentum to go, but Julian was nonplussed. He looked at his bank statement on his phone and demanded to know why the account had been negative for a while. I'm not his bank, but I do know that often times debits and credits aren't entered in order, so advised him to call tomorrow if it wasn't fixed. Especially since he was drinking. That held him for a while, though he continued interrogating me over it. Again, though, I'm not his bank, and I just kept telling him to call tomorrow. He called whatever customer service number he could and ranted to that poor individual for a few hours instead. He demanded they close the card, as he suspected identity theft. He asked me for $100 to start an account at Cal Coast Credit Union, I figured I could run to an ATM tomorrow morning.
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