GC Fields, Fireman: Epilogue

My relationship with Jake progressed slowly.  We met up after work a lot at first.  We didn’t call these dates, but that’s what they were.

2011 in review

What I find funny about this summary this year is that no porno searches show up on my search summary like many other people’s blogs.  But I want to thank everyone for supporting me and reading my story.  I do appreciate you all.

Happy New Year!

Heather

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GC Fields, Fireman: Chapter 9

I watched Alex fly into the arms of another man, his ex-boyfriend.  Rene.  The French bastard.

Ok, so I didn’t know Rene at all, but he had to be a bastard otherwise why would he have let Alex go?

GC Fields, Fireman: Chapter 8

“Will you marry me, GC?”

Those were the last words I expected to ever hear from Becky.  When I said I’d do anything to fix what I had done to our friendship, I didn’t know that she would demand so much.

“You want to marry me?  But I don’t love you.  I mean, I do, but like a sister,” I sputtered, incredulously.

“A sister.  You have a really messed up way of showing affection to a ‘sister!”

“You know what I mean,”  I said.  “Why do you want to marry me anyway?  Don’t you hate my guts?  You won’t even accept my apology.”

“Excuse me for feeling less than sisterly toward you,”  Becky sneered at me.  “I don’t really want to marry you anyway, but I thought you might want the option.”

I looked at her like she was crazy.  Then she dropped another bomb on me.  “I’m pregnant, GC.”

GC Fields, Fireman: Chapter 7

I got completely wasted at the Hole after Alex left.  I called the server over to my table and told him to keep the drinks coming.  I gave him my credit card and told him to leave the tab open.  The boy, who looked barely old enough to serve drinks there, took the card and brought the drinks.

At first he was quiet, just setting one in front of me and taking my empty away, but then he started talking at me.

“Are you sure you want another one?  I can bring you a coffee or something.”

“Shjust get an’ther a th’green onesh.”

When he gave me the drink, he said, “Hey, I don’t know why you’re determined to give yourself alcohol poisoning, but maybe you should slow down.”

I pounded the drink, glaring at him as it slid down my throat like fire.  “’Nother.”