Rey, February 18, 2009

It was a really long day at work today. So many little things going wrong. Like I was all thumbs. Replacing those broken glasses isn’t an expense the bar can afford right now. Eldon Well is too small of a town to really support a bar like this, not when we’ve got so many people working here. The choices that face me are either cut back my own hours, cut back on the hours of everyone else, or find some other source of income for infusions like what Lyla did.

I can’t cut back on my own hours, not if I want to keep paying my mortgage. I could cut back on everyone else’s, but that won’t go over too well. So the other option is to find other income. Lyla made me her partner. I could really take advantage of that. There’s all kinds of money to be had, if I do things right. I know Lyla’s rolling in it, but I don’t know where any of it is.

Stealing from her would be bad. As in cement shoes bad. If I want more money, I’ll have to get it on my own. But where to start? Could I use the girls for blackmail material? How about drugs? Probably too risky. I’d probably run into more trouble than its worth in conflict with the mafia. What else? Things that would get me money, but wouldn’t require a lot of effort or direct risk to myself. I’m going to have to think about this. But quickly. I need to come up with an answer soon.

I wonder what my cat is. He’s always hanging around somewhere, underfoot. But not in a bad way. He’s fun to watch playing, and I love to scratch his belly while I’m reading a book.

And speaking of belly scratches, I wish Grey could stop by tonight. I dreamed last night he was here. I’d made a light dinner, and then we had sex all night long. Well, not literally all night, of course. It was amazing. It was like the first time all over again, but without the pain and other bad stuff. I woke up and my boxers were soaked. Talk about a wet dream! I was still so turned on I had to use a vibrator to deal with it. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. Just thinking about the feel of him inside is making so damn horny. I hope he comes straight here when he gets back. I certainly wouldn’t mind a an opportunity to play out another fantasy.

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