Wacky Wednesday

···Jack···

When I woke up, I was the one being hugged.We're still on Luciana's sofa, but all the lights are out except for a small night light in the corner.Installing a night light in a BDSM dungeon is something only Luciana Diamonte can do.I lay in the dark, listening to Amon's breathing—the real Amon, back in his own body.

I moved my wrist, bent my fingers, put one hand on my chest, felt the outline of my ribs, and reminisced about my long-lost muscles.I breathed a sigh of relief.My butt still hurts a little when I move, but the pain is mild and pleasant.My back also feels good.

I'm Jack Parker again.I have to go to school again, fail a class, and watch my brain-dead friends fight each other.I'm going to school by bike again.I have to find a new job, the kind that doesn't have a scheming mentor.I'm going to be a brat again, get spanked, and curl up in Amon's arms after the spanking.

Amon moved beside me. "What time is it?" he asked muttering.

"I don't know." I turned to face him.

He put his hands on his eyes and rubbed them, stopped and opened his eyes. "We got it back," he said.

"Yes." I tried to smile.

Not being in his body made me a little sad.Yes, I can still "use" his body, but not to that extent.I'm no longer in his skin.

"And we also—"

"Still at Luciana's."

"She put the night light on."

"Fortunately, it's not a living night light."

He stretched and almost caused me to fall off the couch.

"Be careful with your movements, big man."

"Sorry," he grinned, "I'm—used to be small."

I rest my chin on his chest. "Can we go home?"

"I like the idea of ​​you."

I climb off the couch and he follows, joints clicking as I move.We find our clothes and put them on by the light of night lights.When Amon was in my body, he ate and stuffed about [-] crab horns into my stomach, which made me almost unable to button the buttons of my leather pants.

It was very quiet upstairs.Several slaves were sleeping on the rugs in the living room, covered with blankets. The "living hangers" are gone, and the clothes are transferred to wooden hangers.

"Wait," I whispered, and slipped into the dining room.I was disappointed to see the food was put away. "Fuck. I want to see if the crab horns are finished."

"Come." Amon grabbed my arm, but instead of taking me back to the front hall, he took me to the kitchen.

"Amon! Do you want us to steal something from the refrigerator?"

"I don't think so. I'm a man of action."

"You're such a bear," I said as he opened Luciana's refrigerator.

"I'm starving to death."

He took out a bag with a sticky note on it.

"Come and have a look."

I took a look.The note read: To Amon and Jack.Thank you for your demonstration!Lu.

"Is it crab horns inside?" I asked excitedly. "Is it right? Isn't it? Amon, is there a crab horn in it?"

"I'll see when I get home." Yamon said, holding the bag in one hand and slapping my butt with the other.

"What!" I said.

"I can't help it. Your ass. Your pants."

I grumbled and followed him to the door.

***

Amon failed to get my job back.He complained to Grogan's superiors, using a lot of Amon-style words, such as "excuse the circumstances, let him be punished lightly."But the Rosa Holcomb Library did not back away from my dismissal.Strange to say, Amon's powerlessness to the situation is quite reassuring.Don't get me wrong, out of 8000 million situations I've been through in the past, I owe it to him to turn the tide.It's just that I occasionally want to see evidence that he's nothing more than a mortal.

He actually gave Laura Elms a second chance at the interview and finally invited her in.She agreed.Amon told me he was a little concerned about Laura's remark that she would be "the best koala for the job".

"It's a joke," I explained.

Amon also called Wittmeyer to apologize.Wittmeyer said he was being recruited by other firms anyway, and that he had planned to turn down the offer from A&L. .

What a spicy chicken.

Wes couldn't get White Lightning out of the towing yard, but Amon and I got it done on Thursday.He asked me to drive the car back, but on the road, he pinched his knees as soon as I accelerated and was ready to yell at me about driving instructions.I'm trying to point out the fact that I've been driving a tractor since I was nine.He sighed and muttered that the tractor was going no more than twenty-five miles an hour.

"There are more than ones that have been modified." I replied.

I withdrew a hundred dollars from the account and told him to give it to Wes.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to question me aggressively, then shook his head, pocketed the money, and promised me that he would give it to Wes.

It was later discovered that Wes had taken employee files from the copier and taken them to his office to dry.Now the files are back in the locker, which looks kind of ugly, but at least it's safe.

My literature class quiz came out on Friday.Amon barely managed to get 72% by relying on shit luck.Professor Gunn called me over after class and asked me if something was wrong. "You usually do well in the exam."

Note ①: Refers to the correct answer rate.

"It was a stressful day," I told him.

Professor Gunn nodded. "Human nature."

I was just about to leave.

"That, Jack?"

"what happened?"

"I don't know if you're interested. I'm writing a book about Emily Dickinson, centered on her relationship with her sister Lavinia. I'd like a research assistant. I can't. It's too high a reward, and I don't know if you want it, but—"

"I am willing!"

Professor Gunn was slightly taken aback.

"I mean, I would," I said calmly, "I'm interested." Research assistant?Listen to him - how awesome!I love Dickinson, and her dashes, deaths, and oblique rhymes.

Professor Gunn seemed relieved. "Fine. Can you come and see me after class on Monday? I'll give you the details of the project."

Of course I can, so I don't have to worry about the library anymore.

I laughed so hard my teeth came out. "The precipice can. See you then."

When I left the classroom, I almost jumped three feet high.

I texted Connor, Beth, and Stephanie and made an appointment for coffee.Connor only gave Stephanie a nasty look when she mentioned Ashtanga yoga.Other than that, everyone is fine.Connor and Stephanie even lined up in the "Lord of the Rings vs. Harry Potter Rivalry" - they both thought Gandalf was cooler than Dumbledore.

Holy shit.

I put my face down and begged Beth to tutor me in geology.She agreed, with great enthusiasm—I don't think "rock formations" deserved her enthusiasm—and immediately started to draw a study plan on a napkin.

Ugh.

She also threatened to tell Amon if I released her pigeons.

Oh my god.

I finally asked that life-and-death question on Friday night when I sat with Amon and watched The Night of the Pink Kill.

"Will you punish me?"

Amon struggled to operate the DVD remote. "Why?"

"For the crap I did when I swapped souls with you on Wednesday."

"Is this 'Video 3' or 'Colorstream②'?" He pressed ten buttons in one go.

Note ②: DVD video input terminal, Colorstream input terminal has a theater-level picture enhancement effect.

"Colorstream," I waited for him to finish pressing the remote. "I played the video of 'Morpheme Junkie' at the SW2 seminar. You told me to ask for leave, and I didn't. I scolded Wittmeyer. Caused 'White Lightning' to be pulled away by a crane." I was actually in Take the initiative to remind him, I really don't know what to think.

He leaned back on the sofa, ate a mouthful of ice cream with chocolate chips, frowning coldly. "You're forgiven for Wednesday. Both of us."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because we were both studying that day. We both made mistakes."

"I'm fucking studying every day." I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.

He turned his head and kissed my cheek with his sticky lips. "Me too. Believe it or not."

"I don't believe it." I said.

"Then do you know that 'Earth Dragon' is actually an earthworm?"

I laugh out loud. "That's all you learned?"

"It's far more than that."

The DVD menu pops up.

"Is there blood in this film?" I asked.He already told me that there are gory scenes in it.

"See you. One scene was particularly bloody and violent. But it was overly exaggerated."

“It’s still scary to me.” One time last year, he realized that I didn’t pick bloody movies because I liked them, but because they allowed me to bury my face in his chest when a scary scene came up.This is probably why I prefer to watch him indulge in horror films rather than BBC miniseries - the scene of Dame Maggie Smith ③ methodically setting the teacup is hardly a valid reason for burying his chest.

Note ③: DameMaggieSmith, a British national treasure actress, is often regarded as synonymous with British literary films.

He put down the remote control and took another bite of ice cream. "One thing I have to say, I wouldn't mind taking a look at the pictures taken in Canada sometime."

I froze.

He glanced at me and could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Connor seems to think you forgot about that trip, which is probably why you never told me about it."

"Amon—"

"what happened?"

"Excuse me!" I begged.

"It's because of what you did on Wednesday."

"Come on. It's just one time. Nothing happened at school that day—"

He rolls over on top of me and tickles me with his hands on my ribs. "You think you can drive to Canada and hide it from me forever?"

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even catch my breath.He finally stopped and brushed his lips against my forehead. "My brat," he whispered.

"Your." I agreed.

"I hear you look good in a corset."

"do not talk."

He let go of me, and I stared at his belt, for fear that there was a beat hidden on him.But he didn't seem to mind Canada.

"I still want to keep up with the parenting," I said. "Always. I'm content with what we have, if not perfect."

"Me too. But even if I don't spank you for the rest of my life, I still love you, you know that?"

I smile at him. "Know."

"Talk to me. I'll listen. I promise."

"I believe you."

"I believe in you too."

So he kissed me, and oh my god, guess what?He fucked me on the couch with the Pink Night menu playing, while the ice cream melted on the coffee table.And he spanked me as many times as I've ever had in my life.

One afternoon, I visited Amon's office and found a familiar piece of paper nailed to his corkboard.That thing is almost covered up by other piles of notes.But I took the other paper away and saw the "Sexual Harassment Umbrella" I drew on it.

"You hung up my painting!" I exclaimed.

He grinned. "I look at this painting every day and I am so happy. I can only hang it low-key like this. I'm sorry, but I can't collapse my personality as a serious professional."

I snorted. "A no-nonsense professional who buys pizza for the entire staff."

That night, Connor and I went to visit his cousin Tim and asked him to teach me how to use a tattoo gun.We use a honeydew melon as a practice object.I'm terrible, but Tim let me borrow the tattoo gun anyway.I ordered tattoo practice skins online and did a little practice with the tattoo gun every night.I asked Amon if he would be my guinea pig, and he asked me to tattoo the cat.

I asked Kingsmeow for advice and it scratched my face.Is there no one in this family who can express their opinions without slapping?

Eventually I found someone who was willing to participate, Stephanie.She asked me to tattoo "peace" in Sanskrit on one of her shoulders.

I didn't say that if you want this, you have to get "grandma's tattoo".

I'm just trying new things.