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WaityKaty

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WaityKaty last won the day on May 7 2017

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  1. I slide awake, all smooth and fluid. I'm immediately aware that I'm peeing. I can hear it as well as feel it spreading up my back. I make a panicked attempt to stop, as pointless as it would be, but I've never been able to stop if I wake up wetting the bed. And I haven't picked up a new skill. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of all the nights! The satin sheet saturates beneath me. It's up to my hair. Obviously I sleep on a mattress protector, so it's got nowhere to go but around me. I'll have to tell Rina. I don't want to. I'm worried she'll think I insensitively did it on purpose. I don't even k
  2. Thanks both, and everyone else who enjoyed this chapter. I was a bit nervous about pulling the trigger on taking a, temporary, turn away from the "fun" vibe that the story up till now had. It was pretty important for character development required for the overarching plot though. I'm glad you made that assumption! I started the story with Sally and Rina as fully formed characters in my head/notes. Compete with jobs/schooling in mind. So Rina has always been "some sort of research chemist". Sally is a freelance writer. It's not been explicitly mentioned I don't think, because
  3. I slide back into my desk chair after a much needed visit to the loo just down the hall. Desperately needed actually. I really shouldn't leave it that late or one day I'll wind up wetting my chair. I work from home, my old sleep-space actually. My bed is still there but I've not slept in it in more than a month. Feels... commitmenty to get rid of it though? I dig back into the article I left open on my computer, for about fifteen seconds, when my phone rings and scares me half to death. It's on as loud as it goes because I'm always leaving it somewhere and needing Rina to ring it for me
  4. I slide up next to Rina so that we barely brush arms, with the intent of holding her hand while we wait to be picked up. Instead I shoulder-charge her in the scapula. Stupid wine. Luckily I don't barge her into the begonias. "You good Sal?" Luckily I'm getting the impression that she found my friends embarrassing me all evening charming rather than off-putting. She must love me or something. "You seem a little unsteady on your feet?" "Forgetful too!" I tell her proudly. I see her check I've got my handbag with me. "Not that." I lean over and whisper in her ear, loudly,
  5. Aww thanks so much (I'm working on writing up the next chapter. Still storyboarded three ahead)
  6. I slide down from the arm-rest of Gabby's worn sofa more-or-less into Rina's lap, and giggle. "I've probably had enough wine do you think?" I ask the room-full of my friends. They disagree. Rina slides over, closer to Kirsty, leaving me a gap to just about sit comfortably, but leaves a hand just above my knee. Skin-to-skin. I'm embarrassed: my veins pump blood into my throat. I know my friends are cool with me having a girlfriend now. I 'warned' them on messenger before I brought Rina to girls' night. And no one even blinked at my agonised over, perfectly worded, confession of... som
  7. Thanks for the kind comments. I've plotted three chapters ahead so I know roughly where I'm going with it. Though always up for input/suggestions! Ahahahahaha Glad you are enjoying it even though it's only 50% of what you like
  8. I slide back into bed next to Rina, all freshly emptied bladder and nervous tension. I'm aware of my heart beat. She rolls onto her back, but stays asleep. I scroll on my phone for a while. I can't stop thinking of her though. God I'm heart-struck. My phone falls onto a pile of rejected skirts and I watch her rest: hair spilt everywhere, legs flailed onto my side. I wonder when she'll wake up. My hand wanders, incidentally, across my breasts. It's just cold enough that my nipples are hard even before I linger on them. The right amount of cold. I don't sleep naked, but I'm naked
  9. Thanks! You'll even get a fourth at some stage, in the next couple of weeks, whenever I get 2 hours to write. I think that was the last word I wrote actually (Incandescent)! It's a really good word. I'm glad you liked it! I feel much more emotionally similar to Sally myself. But Rina is absolutely someone I'd be attracted to, she's specifically written that way. ------- Also! A thanks to everyone who has ever enjoyed any of my stories. I see I've just passed 1000 reputation, almost entirely from writing, and it's defo self-esteem building that so many people enjoy m
  10. I press my thigh against Rina's, all soft-tender and warm. She presses back and turns a word-leaf in her book. I've stopped reading mine ten minutes ago. Need a wee too much to really concentrate properly. The rain beats down on the tin-roof above Rina's balcony, enclosed, we can't get wet. The glass is fogged and trickles trace their way down slowly. She loves the sound. We used to sit out here even when we were but girl-friends and not girlfriends. I'd talk of boys who sucked and hurt me and she'd quietly love me unnoticed. I like that she is noticed now. She deserves to be notice
  11. Thanks everyone. I appreciate it. It's funny how in the adrenaline of the moment all the good ideas that you in theory know don't come easily. Probably we should all practice until it's instinctive what to do. Which is a bleak as fuck thought. I'm Australian but we have similar problems. It is scary to exist. It sucks. And a story like this is not at all uncommon. So many women I know told me similar stories after this happened. Yep. Drove down a bike path. Too narrow for a car really, but navigable if you were committed. To, say, pursuing someone.
  12. Thanks I was aiming for exactly that :) Really gratifying that it struck a chord. I have two more chapters storyboarded and partly dialogued, so hopefully I will get an update out this week at some point.
  13. I sensed I was being followed before I was consciously aware of it. Heard the engine probably. His headlights must have been turned off at that stage. I'd have seen that they were keeping pace with me otherwise, and I don't remember that. I don't turn around to look, just walk quicker. More than half a mile from home. "What are you doing out this late? In this weather?" He sounds angry as he yells from his beat-up car when he pulls alongside me. "Just heading home. Weather is fine." I don't sound friendly. Random strangers who tail me at night and then yell at me don't get "fr
  14. Thanks all! I thought storytelling was a fun device as well! Cute is absolutely their upside impression. I like them, but they are very much to my taste! This is probably my most "this is what I actually think about for myself, when I'm not writing for others" story. Pure fantasy. Alas.
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