The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

114- The mental circus, juicy ass, and quitting smoking

*Andy's POV*

I felt a lot better about mid-way through my cigarette, but this was admittedly not something I felt prepared for. Meeting my brand-spanking-new girlfriend's boss, in the middle of the night, because I was stealing Gwyn away on short notice, when her boss' daughter wanted to marry me because of BVB, all while I was wearing clothes Gwyn had been wearing when I fucked her, what, an hour ago? My head spun. Yeah, no thanks.

I had wanted to see more than the lobby of Gwyn's clinic because I was curious and I liked animals. I'd never really been behind the scenes of a veterinary hospital and I was interested in where she worked. This way, I thought I'd get to see, without the kind of bullshit that was likely to ensue if I tried to visit during business hours. Especially now that the world wide web had just learned where mystery-Twitter-Gwyn worked. Ugh.

Well, fuck it. Gwyn was clearly mad as a hatter. Insofar as I was concerned, given the circus being conducted in between my ears, she was exactly what I wanted and totally worth dealing with an impromptu encounter with her insomniac boss.

I smiled to myself, looking at her butt in her fresh set of black pants. That nice, juicy ass was a pretty sweet bonus! Gwyn had a pretty small waist, compared to her butt and hips. It reminded me of an old painting or something. I walked up to her from behind, and hugged her to me. She fit against me perfectly.

"Ahoy, you." Gwyn sounded bouncy, but I caught the irritated scowl that had been so quickly replaced on her face as she turned her head.

"What's up, Doc?" I grinned widely, and Gwyn snorted.

"Cute, cute. Been waiting for that?" She looked up at me, amused, and I bent down for a quick kiss.

"Mmm-hmm." I hummed into her lips before I broke away, beaming. I couldn't help it. I was definitely proud of myself for that one! I swear, sometimes I am too funny!

Gwyn rolled her eyes at me, but I could tell that she thought it was hilarious too. Then she turned around to face me and revealed the source of her woes: an empty pack of cigarettes. "It's time, Hot-shot." She held up the cigarette in her hand, about 2/3 finished. "This is my last one, and I can't buy another pack." She frowned again. "I apologize in advance for being very cranky, very soon."

I just hugged her to me, tossing my own cigarette. "Don't worry about it. I'll just have to see what I can do to help you relax, I guess." I gave her my best wicked smile. She looked up at me, the green in her eyes smoky and clouded with anxiety. "Like, I said, babe, don't worry! If you get to be too much of a bitch, we can go pick you up some patches and some gum once the stores open, on the way to Tacoma. Ok?"