I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been in my office since four AM, or because Theodore got his car back two days ago. I’d enjoyed bringing him to and from work. It broke up the monotony of the mornings and put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. I miss it. My initial goal was to soften him enough to get back in his pants, yet weirdly, I feel an even greater sense of satisfaction from the fact he no longer looks at me like he wants to ram his knuckles into my face. Each day, he’s become a little more willing to answer my questions. He’s stopped hesitating. He’s fun, and that’s a new experience for me. I want, need more, even if that makes me the most selfish guy on the planet. The only thing I miss is that he doesn’t blush as easily anymore. I need to work on that. The building is deserted on a Saturday and I’m enjoying the calm. I’m easily distracted of late, making concentrating difficult, so I use the quiet of the weekend to catch up on all the loose ends left over from last week.
