He came home from the only shift he had made it to and
relapsed all over the bed until one woke him up after lunch. We did have plans to
be somewhere, which were cancelled by the other people as it turned out. Unfortunately
that fact was not discovered until after He had showered and dressed. Beyond
caring He gave thanks to gods he doesn't believe in, stripped off and went back
to bed.
Leaving one small slave to ponder why they favoured Him over
oneself. There were plans that involved a couple of shops and coffee. As you
readers know one does so worship the bean, particularly on a Sunday... OK any
day of the week if one is completely honest.
Why have thou forsaken...
Oh right...
Lower on the food chain
Rolls eyes
He did rally in the evening, long enough to have sex. Sex
that was against His better judgement... a fact that he did pause to mention before
plunging in. As it turned out, that judgement was sound. It made His headache
worse than it was already. There were oaths about blinding pain in fact.
This was not quite what one had planned at all...
It was hardly the positive reinforcement that one was aiming
for and in hindsight one could have been more sympathetic to His plight, rather
than smugly basking in orgasmic afterglow.
Sighs starting to see a small hole in yesterday's cunning plan...
it would seem that the gods conspire to look after their own :(
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