I negotiated with him until we made a gentleman’s deal. We settled on two hours a day of therapy, drug tests on-demand, instead of once a week, or when he thought I messed up. He issued a curfew of midnight. I was allowed to keep my job. I had to talk about my relationship with my boss in our sessions. It seemed like a good deal because all I wanted to do was talk about Kat.
I was emotionally drained from the first session. David wanted me to pay for my desertion. Some of my best performances have come when directors were yelling at me. So the good doctor’s brand of reprimanding wasn’t too much to bear. I was a veteran fuck up and a model citizen all rolled into one bloke.
I was able to hop on my bike and ride back into town. The sun was hot as balls. The air was fresh. I estimated that I dropped a pound of cum inside Kat. Everything in my life was good. I had a lingering clear image of Kat in her open dressing gown. That was an image I couldn’t seem to shake. I didn’t want to forget the image but I also didn’t want to have a rock hard cock in the middle of the day.
I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about me. What was that American saying? I wasn’t trying to hit it and quit it. I’d done that when I was on the road but this was a completely different experience. I’d taken the time to get to know her and I liked every single thing about her, bloody everything.
I had been judged my entire life. There were so many misconceptions about me. One that privately came up quite often was the rumor that I was gay. I didn’t know where it came from. There was nothing wrong with being gay but this industry tended to hold on to secrets. Sometimes they’d make them up from nowhere. I didn’t date publicly and I was always too busy to have a steady girl. I was on the road all the time. I was flying from country to country. I never had the available time to put into a relationship. Not having a public girlfriend equaled being gay for a few celebrities. I believe my female fans knew I was straight. Some media outlets labeled me as closeted. All that meant was every man and woman tried to bed me. The media always had it wrong.
Later I found out that a lot of the children from Kiddie Kingdom had fallen prey to child predators. My mum always hovered around me. She was what they called a helicopter parent. She was always on the set of every tele show, commercial advertisement shoot, and all the music gigs. I had a very strict routine that didn’t include industry parties. I wasn’t allowed behind a closed-door without my mum. I never thought about it until things started to spill out in the media. Kids were being molested right on the set of Kiddie Kingdom. They were getting robbed of their youth. I was unaware of these things because of the shield that my mum and my aunt Linda built around me.
I arrived at the Sweet Treats at eleven. I made sure I texted Kat that I was on my way. She left the back door unlocked for me. I entered feeling good regardless of the tiff I got into with my warden. I shouldn’t call him that. It was his job to look after me. If I failed he would take it as a personal failure. He was one of those kinds of guys. He was in touch with his feelings.
I placed my backpack on the floor behind the counter. Kat was sitting in the chair on her laptop.
“Hey.” I kissed her cheek and tried to measure if that was the right thing to do.
“Hey.” She smiled as she looked up at me. That glitter lip-gloss made my bell-end twitch.
Remember, I am an American with a west coast accent.
“Have there been a lot of customers?”
“No, not yet.” She looked me over and went back into her laptop screen.
“Kat, is this awkward?”
“No. Is it awkward for you?” I had her full attention once again.
“No. I just wanted to make sure you were going to talk to me today.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know.” I flipped my palms up and then back down to my sides.
“Did you get into some kind of trouble with your uncle?”
“No, I wouldn’t call it trouble.”
“I’m sorry if you did.”
“Honestly, it’s all good. I didn’t come home. My uncle is a little excessively concerned for me. He has a good reason. Sometimes it’s hard to convince people that you’ve changed.”
“Because it’s pretty damn hard for people to change.”
“Really?” I decided to poke at her with my brain instead of my cock. My cock would have another go later.
“I’m not saying it’s impossible but it’s hard. Most people like the way they are, good or bad. They’re comfortable. They don’t want to improve or do better internally.”
“Do you think I need to improve?” I wanted to know what she thought of me.
“I don’t know. I only know what you want me to know.”
“I’m working on me. I’m making improvements.”
“I am too.”
“Why? You are perfect.”
She giggled. “I’m far from that.” She was embarrassed. It was adorable. I’m totally obsessed with this woman.
We were both distracted by the older lady that entered the store with her two children. The little boys were probably her grandchildren. Would I even live long enough to have grandchildren?
I moved away to help our new customers. I loved that Kat would let me do most of the work. It was her shop but she didn’t try to take over. I wanted to occupy my time. She didn’t know how much I needed this job.
Although I tried to push the cravings from my mind, they were there. They lingered. They would appear when I
