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“It should only be a few more minutes.”
“Oh, okay. Hmm. But this means we’re married now?”
Seba chuckled. “Yes, it does, my Sun. You are my husband and I am yours. All that is left is for us to go home, wherever that will be.”
“As long as you’re there, it will be there,” Brendan promised. “Although, okay, next question. Don’t suppose you have a passport, do you?”
“I am unfamiliar with a passport. I suppose I could get one if I know what it is?”
“We’ll worry about it later. Shouldn’t be too hard for a god to sort out.” Brendan grinned. “Kinda interested in catching those barbs again before we go anywhere. Maybe while I’m riding you?”
“I would be very happy to give them to you again in whatever position you desire.” Seba purred. “As many times as you’d like.”
“You really are a fantastic husband.”
“So are you, my Sun.” Seba kissed him. “I am going to worship your body for hours, I will shower you with pleasure until you are trembling and dripping with my seed, and then…”
“And then?”
“Then you can teach me about passports.”
“Deal.”
Day 12
I thought I lost my phone while I was out with some friends but when I tried calling it, someone answered, let out a raspy giggle, and then hung up. When I got home, I found it on the bedside table where I’d left it.
Giggle
Adam King was becoming convinced that his house was haunted.
At first, he could easily dismiss the creepy flickering lights or the slamming doors. It was an old house, so he figured it was bad wiring or drafts. He was having too much fun decorating it as loudly and obnoxiously as he could, from the bright rainbow sea theme for his bathroom to the pop art inspired living room bursting with wild shades of orange and pink. It was his very first home, and he was determined to make it his own.
He ignored the odd happenings as the weeks passed and went about his business as usual. He went to his job and worked on the house, and he was almost done decorating. He could not wait to show his parents, knowing they’d both be big fans of the retro kitchen in particular with its original mint tile backsplashes and the chromed-out fridge.
The lights kept flickering and the doors still slammed, but Adam continued to chalk it up to the house being old and nothing more.
When the TV remote control flew out of his hand and across the living room, however, he suspected there might be something else going on. He had no idea how it happened or why. He had been in the middle of a movie that he didn’t want to watch anymore and was trying to change the channel to something else when the remote was literally ripped right from his fingers.
And as if that wasn’t weird enough, food began disappearing from the kitchen. Chips and cookies and other junk food vanished almost as soon as Adam brought it into the house. He knew he wasn’t eating it, and he couldn’t explain where it was going except apparently the ghost in his house was feeling peckish.
He didn’t have any witnesses to any of these strange phenomena because he lived alone and never had much company, so he was left to figure it out himself. He had no idea if it was really a ghost or if he was losing his mind, but he decided the best thing he could do was ignore it.
The very second people started investigating this kind of crap was exactly when things went downhill in every horror movie he’d ever seen. He thought it was best to get out of the house for a while, see his friends, and hopefully whatever was going on would stop on its own.
Adam promised his friends that they could have a grand house warming party when he was finally done decorating. He still had some touch-up painting to do and a lamp he was making out of railroad light insulators for his bedroom. They were excited to see it, and one swore Adam should have been an interior designer instead of an accountant.
Maybe in his next life, Adam teased.
They went to dinner and were planning to hit up a few bars afterward, and Adam was having a great time. He didn’t think once about the strange goings on at his house, and he was glad he’d gotten out to hang with his friends. He got the latest gossip of who was dating who now, what new tattoos everyone had, and so on. Of course, everyone wanted to know if Adam was seeing anyone, and the resounding answer was—as always—no.
Adam had certaindifficultiesin the bedroom, unusual ones he’d never dared share with his friends, and they had often been the end of many a relationship. He was lonely sometimes, but he was honestly happier not dating and having to deal with the inevitable heartbreak. His friends jokingly lamented what a loss it was that he wasn’t available, and he told them that it was better this way because they’d all fall in love and he’d just fall asleep.
The subject thankfully shifted to who had apparently gotten addicted to anal bleaching, and then it was time to pay the check and head for the bar. It was when Adam was putting his wallet back into his pocket that he realized his phone was missing.
He checked the booth, the floor, and the bathroom just in case, but he couldn’t find his phone anywhere. He asked one of his friends to try calling it, hoping that a good citizen had picked it up and was going to try and return it to him.
It had probably been swiped by some asshole and Adam would never see it again.
