Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
"Always big bro, be careful or I’ll kick your ass, I love you.” I replied and closed the Skype down.
I got up to get another wash cloth as my mom came back in to the room. My mom had James and me when she was really young. I was the carbon copy of her, minus the grey hairs that streaked over her head. She was about 5’5 with long blonde hair and big hazel eyes. She had the same build as me as well with larger legs, a little junk in the trunk, and small boobs. Thanks mom, I appreciate you handing those down.
Momma was looking mighty rough today. Her pocket off the front of her scrubs was torn a little so I asked, "What the fuck happened to your shirt?"
I probably could tell you what happened to her shirt. She works in the ER, and has some crazy stories that I love hearing about. When she is not travel nursing, she picks up odd shifts at the local ER to supplement her income. It’s amazing how fucked up some people were. When she came home looking frazzled, I knew she had a good story to tell.
This is why I wanted to pursue a career in nursing. Never a dull moment. I couldn’t stand being idle. That is unless I wasn’t reading one of my romance novels!
"Watch your mouth, girl. You’re not too old for a spanking. As for the shirt, some little four year old didn't want to get a tetanus shot, so instead of his mother helping hold him down, I had to call in a PA and have him give the shot while I held him down. The mother sat in the corner and talked to her friend about what they were going to do that night, and who was going to watch the little boy while the little boy steadily let out a steam of curses and pulled at my clothes to get me away from him."
"Nice. That’s quality parenting right there." I laughed and headed towards the hallway saying over my shoulder "Alright. I'm off to bed. I have to be at work at eight in the morning, and then have class until 4. Love you. "
"Night. See you in the morning. I‘ll get Janie tomorrow. I'm off. ", she replied while she sifted through the mail on the counter.
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and closed the door behind myself. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the general direction of the pile of clothes on the floor by the dresser. As you can tell, I don’t do laundry, or put my clothes in a hamper unless I absolutely need to either.
I shuffled in to my bathroom, side stepping a boot on the ground and hopped into the shower. I cranked the water as hot as I could stand it and washed my hair, shaved the two inches of hair off my legs, and rinsed off. I glanced at the shower door and decided that it could wait one more day until it needed cleaned. I fucking hate cleaning. I sped through the rest of the shower and hung the towel on the towel bar after drying off.
I turned around and stared at my body in the mirror. My hair hung wetly down to my ass, already a curling mess. My eyes stared back at me with my Mom’s same hazel color. I had a normal sized nose and normal sized lips. I slowly looked down at my boobs; they were small and pert at their 36A cups. My legs were muscular and big, but not fat. I had a little Buddha belly, but not something that was too unattractive, or at least that is what I told myself. The belly button ring that was pierced through my belly button was bright orange against my pasty white skin. I told myself I was going to get up early and run, but more likely I was going to reset my alarm for 45 more minutes and go back to sleep.
I ran my hand over my belly again, starting to freak out a little, but pushed it back down. I will not flip out until I have something to flip out about. It had been over a week since I had seen Sam. Neither one of us had made a move to call nor see each other again, just like I assumed would happen.
Unfortunately, I thought about him constantly, and found the phone in my hand to call or text him quite a bit. I always talked myself out of it though. If he wanted to see or talk to me, he would call me right? Deciding that I was dwelling again, I shook my head and went back to what I was doing.
I walked back into the room after brushing my teeth and hair, threw on a big oversized shirt of James’ and some cotton bikini underwear. I took a running leap at my bed and plopped down in the middle and settled after a few bounces. I fucking love my bed. It's a king with 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, and 6 pillows. I quickly arranged myself with two pillows under my head, and one between my legs. I searched blindly with my hand and finally found Mr. Bear, the bear that I stole from James when I was younger. I tucked him under my chin, then threw the comforter over my body, Mr. Bear and the pillows, and sighed. Ahhhhh, yea. I love this feeling. The only thing that could be better right now was Thor and his big hammer. Or Sam. One could dream, right? I slowly sank into the bed some more, and thought over what I had to do tomorrow. I had work from 8-1, and school at 2 until 4:00. Then home to help mom with the two year old terror that is Janie.
She is a handful, but I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. My eyes slowly got heavy and fell asleep. I slept straight through until my alarm went off at 5:39. I then turned it off and reset it for 6:45 just like I knew I would. Screw the run, I think I'll stop and get some donuts on the way to work. Yes, donuts, was my last thought as I fell back asleep.