Flirting Without Dick Pics - Part 2.5 - Chapter 8

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FEBRUARY 12, 2025

Jack

Ceci, how you doin? I would like to give you a slug in the shoulder. A friendly slug. You know, like, "Dude, what up?!" Then, maybe pull your hat down and mess up your hair. Some stupid boy stuff to break the mood.

How about this? I'll just babble jiberish in a misguided attempt to cheer you up and show I care:

Do you ever wake up in the morning and the dogs are snoring on your bed, so you jump on them and mush them up, rubbing their fuzzy bellies, and squishing them till they buck and want to wrestle.  Or same thing with a girl, but she's all sleepy and groany and retreats under the covers till she banishes you with strict orders not to return without coffee.  Or babies. Fat little babies with chubby arms and chubby cheeks.  You know how you want to eat them up and blow raspberries on their bellies. Well that's the way I feel about you sometimes. Specially with all the extra February sunlight, more sun everyday. I'm pretty sure I could eat you up. Maybe not the bones, or teeth. Brain tissue would also be weird. But everything else seems like it would be delicious. 

I tell you this truth not because there appears to be any reasonable likelihood that it will play out in the near future. Sadly, no. I tell you because if I knew that some female was so desirous that she wanted to eat me, I would take that as a compliment and enjoy a small ego and morale boost. A net gain.

Anyway, hoping your 2025 does not continue to suck more than necessary.

Ceci

Thank you for the spirit boost. I'm under the covers with a hat on,  shivering. Everything and now the flu is in the house.

Jack

yeeeesh.

Ceci

But wait there's puking...dude I'm so sick right now.

Jack

Oh God, oh God, that's so HOT!! Pics NOW!!

Ceci

Hahahaha!

I have a fever!! Woohoo!!

Jack

I think I'm becoming aroused.

Thinking of playing doctor and administering an emergency ice bath...

But check this out. Dry winter weather. Picked up a call on our business phone. Static electricity zapped out of my left ear canal, across ear hairs, into the handset, and blew out our phone. Fried it. We're running around the office cannibalizing phones to build one that works.

Ceci
!!!!!

FEBRUARY 13, 2025

Jack

Sorry. I was distracted by snow, beautiful and gorgeous snow! 10 to 30 inches headed for the western Rockies, ground zero Southwest Colorado.

10 TO 30!! 

At 13, the Air Force made a napalm strike in my throat, but later, medical professionals figured out it was just a bad cold. I had to be quarantined in my Grandma's spare room. Then word got through that a ski trip was afoot. I immediately faked health and hooked a ride to Mt. Moriah. Direct contact with snow and sitting next to a cute girl that I didn't have the courage to talk to, instantaneously & completely cured me. No lie. Not just better, but a raised-from-the-dead, walk-on-water, fish-and-loaves kind of miracle cure. Praise snow! Praise girls!! Anyway, all that snow and cute chick power I now send to you. For free. 

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