Good Times, Good Times

Do you have any?

I wake up in my bed, angry that I'm still wet. I get up to find Simon all nice and fresh... hot actually, he looks perfect in boxers, but that's besides the point. I go up to him and kick him in the thigh and he just laughs his head off. Me: "Why'd you leave me like that?!" I try to act mad but it's a little hard. Simon: "I was too busy laughing at tv, you've only been sleep for 30 minutes but it was still too hard to wake you because you were so cute." Me: "All nice and wet, mhm" I say unenthusiastically.

Simon: "That's what you said." He laughs while I just walk away to the bathroom shaking my head. I see a note taped behind me on the wall. I open it and it says 'sorry for leaving you, but you're welcome, enjoy your bath.' I open the curtain and there's a full tube of warm cold water, with bubbles, just the way I love it.

To make it even better he put on my favorite bathtub time music AND he got me the right set of nightclothes, talk about knowing me. So I take a bath, get dressed, lotion up, and hop on the couch. He's back to watching the movie and it's cool because I've already seen it.

My head is on Simon's lap, we're well into the movie, so I thought, when he starts to rub my knee. Simon: "Hey knee what's up, I heard you had a great trip, I hope to see you next fall." What he said was so stupid I couldn't help but laugh. Simon: "No but really how is it?" Me: "A little sore but it'll be fine, no worries. Simon: "What else is smooth besides your knee?" I smile.