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Part 47

It was time to go to sleep and I was wiped. A lot of emotional, mental and physical overload throughout the day and I deserved a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, I felt good, like REALLY GOOD. Sleeping generally helps me reset and what was super dense and heavy before, after a good nap or night, feels so much lighter. STD testing and jumping on some birth control suddenly didn’t feel so daunting or complicated. Somewhere along the line, I somehow forgot that birth control meant I was going to be having sex with Gabriel, I do not know how I missed that part, and it just changed everything!
Waiting a week for the results was probably going to be a pain, but I thought I could manage.

I woke up to two text messages that morning, one was from Gabriel saying, “good morning”, wishing me a good day and reminding me that he would be picking me up to go get tested.
The second one was from Christina saying, “Good morning, Red! I hope you have a great day! I am happy you came to my life!

The thought of finally being done with the heavy stuff was exciting and I was so ready for it. Finally, I could just enjoy being with my boyfriend.
Though I did read that it was recommended to end all sexual activities while waiting for the results. Just my luck, as soon as I started having some good orgasms, they have to be put on hold. Not to mention that Gabriel was really good for my sleeping problems.

After my morning routine, including a new habit of saying “I love you mom”, I headed to school which was nothing out of the ordinary. I got home, showered and got ready for Gabriel to pick me up so we could go do the testing… just a normal day in the life of Gabriel’s main girlfriend.

Gabriel picked me up and mentioned how surprised he was to see me upbeat and ready to do the thing. I simply explained, while making full eye contact mind you, that a good night sleep could do wonders for his… main girlfriend. And he laughed, but overall, it was a good ride while listening to some 90s music… something about someone in the middle of little Italy something something diddly, the guy was really fast, but it was good.
Gabriel noticed me enjoying myself, so he handed me his sunglasses and there I was, windows down, music and my boyfriend holding my hand… Life was good.

When we got to the clinic, I asked Gabriel what I should do and he said, “Let me handle everything, just pay attention just in case you have to do it alone at some point.” I said “Yes, Sir”. We got to the front desk, they asked what we wanted, yaddy, yaddy, yadda, we saw the doctor. Some blood, a little urine and a swab in my mouth and that was done.
Then we asked the doctor about birth control; I told him I wanted it to be as simple as possible. He said I could take the injection, and I’d have to get it done every three months, and that worked out perfect since I would be back in three months to get tested again anyway… because that is what we do in this family.

All that time, Gabriel only interjected when he saw I was confused or lost, but he asked me to ask and answer all my own questions and concerns.
Since it had been more than five days since my last cycle, the doctor said I had to wait a week to have sex, which we were probably going to do anyway.
Plus, it gave me more time to think about when I would be ready for Gabriel to Gabrielize my badunkadonk.
After I got the shot, we were out of there… I could not believe I was scared of that.

We were done quickly, so I purposely got serious and said “Sir, can I tell you something?” He turned off the music and said, “Yes beautiful, what’s on your mind?” I took a long second to answer and said, “I want a danish and some tea from that place we’ve been going to.” He smiled and said “Man, you’re going to be a handful too, I can tell. Let’s go get you a danish.” I smiled, said “Thank you, Siiiiiir!”, turned the music back on and enjoyed the ride.

Something had me feeling great that day and I did not want it to stop. When we got to the café, I said “Sir, let me get the table, you wait here and come in in a few minutes, ok?” He smiled and said, “Sounds great beautiful. I will see you in a few minutes but give me my kiss first.” I said, “Yes sir!” Kissed him and went into the place.
I remembered he requested a round table by the tree and that’s exactly what I got him. When I got the table, I walked to it and stood behind the chair, like Chrissie did.
Then he walked in, as if he was gliding into the damn place, saw me, smiled and pulled my chair so I could sit, then he kissed my head. I LOOOOOOOVED THAT!

The waiter came and I ordered my raspberry danish, and Gabriel ordered tea for us, some sort of tea that tasted like a bowl of oatmeal, it was delicious.
He looked at me and said, “Red, it is so good to see you happy, this is how I want to see you.” I just smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir. I feel good.” I took a second and said, “Chrissie texted me yesterday.” He replied, “So I hear. And what did you think about that?”
It was a little surprising to know that she had told him about our little interaction. I mean, it was OK, it is not like I was hiding anything, it was just unusual, I guess.

I said, “It was good. I enjoyed it. I guess she sent me a text right after she left, but since I did not reply quickly, she thought I was mad about what she did yesterday.” He asked, “And were you?”
I wasn’t, so I said, “Not at all, I think it was funny. I am still thinking about getting her back, but I was not mad at all.” He said, “Good. I am pleased that you two are in touch with each other. Just remember, don’t dish out more than you can take.” We both laughed about that.

I asked him if Chrissie tells him everything, it was just odd that he would know about our texting. He explained that she does tell him everything if she feels it is important and he should know. He also said, “Since you’re new to our relationship, she is figuring out boundaries and she felt that it was best to let me know.
It is no different than you, asking this question means you’re trying to figure out how things work.
She was also feeling bad, she thought that you were mad and wanted to make sure we were all good.

Just understand that Chrissie has a heart of gold and is very sensitive, but she also likes to play a lot. That mixture sometimes can cause her a little anxiety.”
I asked, “Am I expected to tell you everything that happens? I don’t mind, I just want to know.”
He explained that he only wants to know if it could possibly affect our relationship, but it would take some time and practice to figure out what and how things could affect us. He emphasized that our goal in this relationship is to maintain it as happy as possible as much as possible, and he ended that part by saying, “So, no I do not need to know how many times you blink.
This is one of those things that we have to figure out as we get to know one another more profoundly and develop our chemistry.
As a rule of thumb, if something could affect our relationship, I should know before it becomes something big.

For instance, I don’t need to know if your mom buys too many rolls of toilet paper; But if your ex keeps showing up at your house to steal the toilet paper, and he is not welcome, I should definitely know about it.”

I thought that was clear enough, so I laughingly said, “He is not my ex, Sir! He used to be my friend, thank you very much.
As far as I am concerned, the only relationship I’ve ever had, is this one.” He smiled and said, “Anything else you want to know?” I simply replied, “Nothing specific, I am just trying to learn the rules. I tend to be clumsy, and I don’t want to accidentally do something that will get you mad at me or something like that.”
He took a deep breath and said, “You are so wonderful. Thank you for being so thoughtful and for working on our relationship.
Let’s put it this way, if it crosses your mind that I should know something, play it safe and tell me. I would rather you tell me a bunch of things that are irrelevant than you accidentally withheld one thing that is of utmost importance.
Can you work with that?” I said, “Yes, Sir!” and stuffed my face with my delicious Danish.

He then asked me how I was feeling about the whole STD testing and birth control thing. I said, “Honestly, I don’t know why I was being dramatic yesterday. It sounds reasonable and it keeps us safe, so I don’t know why I reacted the way I did.” He smiled and said, “I understand, it is all new to you. But I am thankful that you see that this is all with our best interest in mind.”

I told him that Chrissie had asked me to join her in her class the following day and asked what he thought I should do.
He said that he would love it if I went and started training. Not only would it be fun for me to do, but it could possibly save my life at some point and overall, it was a good idea for me to do it. He finished that by saying, “I would love it if my girls spent time together and get to know one another without me being involved. You’ll get to see another side of Chrissie and she would get to see how wonderful you are.
In fact, send her a message right now letting her know you’ll be joining her.”

Wow! Wow! Wow! Easy there, buckaroo! I said I wanted to know what he thought, but I was not ready to commit just yet!
I asked, “Can I think about it for a little bit?”. His response was quick and dry, he said “Why, so you can talk yourself out of it?
You know you want to do it.
You know it is best for you to do it.
You just don’t want to commit, just in case you don’t feel like doing it tomorrow, right?”

Holy shit! How much of me could this man read? I just stared at him, probably looked like I got caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing.
He said, “It’s called a ‘Ulysses agreement’. Just send her a message now and get it over with.”
I perked up and asked, “ok, but… what’s a Ulysses agreement?” he told me to stop stalling, send the message and he would explain the whole Ulysses agreement thing afterwards.
I laughed and said, “That’s blackmail, Sir!” I took out my phone and sent a message to Chrissie saying, “Hi Chrissie, we’re on for tomorrow!

“Done! Now explain the Ulysses thing, please.”

He smiled, “I love your curiosity.” He took a sip of his tea, then continued, “A Ulysses agreement is named after a guy from Greek mythology, Ulysses. There’s a story where he has to sail past a group of Sirens whose songs are so irresistible, they lure sailors to their death.”

I was hanging on to his every word, nodding along. He smiled confidently—he knew he had me on the hook. He continued, “Knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist their song, Ulysses came up with a plan. He instructed his men to put wax in their ears so they couldn’t hear the Sirens. But he wanted to hear the song himself, without giving in. So, he had himself tied to the mast of his ship and made his men promise not to let him go, no matter how much he begged. Essentially, he made an agreement with himself—to tie his future self down in case he wanted to act against his better judgment.”

Fascinating! I raised my eyebrows, “So, it’s like making a decision now to protect yourself from flaking out later?”

His face lit up with a smile. “Exactly! It’s a way of making a commitment when you’re clear-minded, knowing that your future self might try to find excuses to back out.”

I laughed, “So you’re saying I need to tie myself to the mast, so I don’t ‘sail away’ from this plan with Chrissie?”

He chuckled, “Precisely. By messaging her now, you’re committing in a way that makes it harder for your future self to come up with excuses. It’s about following through on what you know is best for you, even if it feels daunting when the time comes. And as you know, in this family, we do what we say we’re going to do.”

I smirked, “I understand, but you’re really cutting into my computer time, Sir.” He dryly said, “You’ll survive, I promise.”

He then went on to instruct me to make sure that after class, I take Chrissie out to dinner. He said that she likes Pho and there was this place she loved, and that’s where I should take her and that would make her very happy.
I didn’t know what Pho was, so he explained that it’s a Vietnamese soup and I would love it as well.

Then he handed me his credit card and said, “Make sure you pay for it, she is going to try to pay but let her know that I said it’s my treat.”

That was really sweet of him, especially since I was financially tapped and waiting for my next paycheck. I wondered if he knew how broke I was, but there was no need to confirm it for him. Ha!

He also instructed me to pick her up, because she did not have a car.
So, in essence, I had to drive and feed the jiggly bitch.

He ended his instructions by saying, “Red, make sure you do not eat after 7 that day, so fill up on some Vietnamese.
Don’t eat anything or drink anything other than water until I pick you up on Saturday at 10am so we can spend the day together.”

Oh yeah! Saturday we are supposed to spend the day together, but why did he want me to fast? Why didn’t he just say “fast”? I asked, “Why do you want me to fast?” He replied, “Because you trust me and you know that I want nothing but the best for you? Trust me beautiful.”
I guess. I mean, I suppose there was no harm in doing it and it probably couldn’t hurt. Though it was going to suck, between you and me, I’ve been known to eat enough to feed a small island. Maybe he thought he had been feeding me too much and I needed to slim down. I said, “You think I need to diet?” He just laughed and said, “Beautiful, fasting is useful for more than dieting, trust me, it’ll be fun.” I said, “Alright Sir, but you ask for a lot of faith.” And we both smiled.

After that, he got serious and said, “Red, I am going to tell you something and I need you to REALLY listen to me.

Remember when I told you about honesty and how we don’t ask ourselves if we’re ready for it?” I looked at him and nodded, curiously waiting for what he was about to say.
He continued, “When you’re out with Chrissie, be mindful of your questions. Before you ask a question, make sure that it is something you’re ready to hear.” I asked what he meant, and he said, “I just want you to be aware of the fact that if you ask Chrissie a question, she will not have a problem with answering truthfully, even if it is not something you’re ready to hear.
Personally, I have no problem with you knowing everything about her or me, but given your recent struggle with jealousy, coupled with your curiosity, some things you may not be ready to hear. Do you understand?” I guess I understood that I should be careful and not to ask questions I was not ready to know the answers to, and I kind of knew where he was going, but I was feeling good, so I decided to play around a little, so I smiled and said, “Questions like what, Sir?”
He smiled and said, “Oh man! You’re just as bad as she is, aren’t you?” We both smiled as he continued, “Listen beautiful, Chrissie likes you and she wants to be your friend, she wants you to like her too.
She may be inclined to overshare things about her and me, such as our sex life and that’s all good and well with me, just make sure you’re ready for those conversations. Is that clear enough?”
HA! I knew that’s what he meant! I understood his concern, but honestly, I was feeling too good and at the moment I thought I could handle anything. I smiled and said, “I understand what you mean, and I agree with you. But I want to make sure we’re clear; I can talk and ask about anything, as long as I can handle it, right?” He looked at me, took a deep breath and said, “Jesus! What am I getting myself into. Yes, Red, you can talk about anything, as long as you can handle it.”
Not that I was planning on prying too much, because I knew there was a chance I would go into a jealous fit, but I was feeling playful. I also wanted to say something that I knew in the back of my mind but had not had the guts to confront. I felt ballsy, so I figured that was the time to say it. I looked into his eyes and said, “Sir, I know you and Chrissie have sex, I would have to be extremely dumb to not know.
And you don’t want to hump my brain because I am dumb, do you?”

And that’s the first time I saw it. His eyes got HUGE, his mouth opened, and his body moved slightly as if giving a small tremor.
I asked him if he was ok and what that was, and after a few seconds, he responded “I am… I am more than fine.
I just had a mental orgasm. It is so good to hear you talk straight forward and confidently… Good girl! I want more of that from you. Do you understand?” and that was enough for me to get bashful again, I giggled, looked away, and whined a shy, drawn-out, “Sir, I’m shyyyyy! But I am going to try.”

For a second, I had it, I had him… and I wanted more. I really don’t know what came over me, but I felt so confident, so willing to say anything… and his reaction, holy fucking shit! I loved it! I had to figure out how I did that and how to do it more often. I made him lose his perfect composure, if only for a second.

For a few seconds, he just looked at me, smiling… proud? Uncomposed? I don’t know, but I wanted to do more of that!

I also wanted to know what that was and talk about it, but once he gained his composure, he said, “There’s one more thing I need to talk to you about.”—So much for my little victory and explanation of what just happened, I will figure this out though. This is not over yet, Sir!
I said, “Yes, Sir” and he continued, “Since Chrissie wants you to like her, she will most likely feel inclined to make herself vulnerable to you, and her vulnerability is a gift, a gift you should treat as such.

While most people want their vulnerability to be respected and treated tactfully, they don’t always receive other people’s vulnerability in the same way.”—I asked, “What do you mean?” He continued, “Remember when I told you about my nature and how I don’t require people to return my love for them?”—I nodded and he said, “That day you asked me if it was a mental condition, remember?”—I said, “Yes, I remember, but I didn’t mean anything by it, I hope you didn’t…”—he interrupted saying, “I know you didn’t mean anything bad, and I understand you completely, but Chrissie may not understand that and feel hurt or rejected. Remember I told you she is very sensitive, and she wants you to like her and to see her as she really is.

Chrissie is one tough cookie, but due to the nature of our relationship, she will want to lower her guard with you and when she does, you have to try to be very tactful, accepting and respectful. If you tell her that whatever she feels, or thinks may be a ‘mental condition’ she will shut down and there’s no telling how long or what it will take for her to trust you with her vulnerability again.

Please understand, I am not saying that you are not thoughtful or that you are judgmental, or anything of that sort. I think you are very thoughtful and accepting, but I just need you to be as careful and loving as you can be with Chrissie.
I need you to understand that what I am saying right now, is not about you, it is about Chrissie… It is also about me, I am entrusting you with Chrissie, who as you know is very important to me.

Do you understand?”

Throughout his speech, I felt all sorts of things, I felt guilty, I felt bad, and I felt defensive. I was close to telling him that I would just cancel the whole thing.
I thought that if I was going to be walking on eggshells when talking to Chrissie, who by the way purposely left flavored lip gloss on his lips so I would get jealous, then I should just not go.
She should be the one getting this speech, not me! Or maybe I am not good enough to be trusted with his beloved jiggly bitch.

I said, “I understand, I am just trying to figure out why you feel like you have to protect her from me? I don’t think I am that mean.” He responded, “That’s not what I am saying at all, beautiful. I said that this is not a reflection of you, at all. All I am saying is that Chrissie is sensitive and to keep that in mind.
And it is my job to protect everyone in this relationship. Just like I talked about you being careful about the questions you ask. When I said that, I was protecting you from Chrissies honesty and protecting you from your own curiosity.

And just like I am having this conversation with you, I had a conversation with Chrissie before you met her. This is all part of protecting all of us and making sure we’re all living in as much harmony as possible.”
It had not occurred to me that with everything that had been going on, he might’ve had to have a conversation with Christina. I got un-angry and got hyper-curious, so I asked, “Really? and what did she say when you talked to her?” His response was not satisfactory, to say the least, he said, “Red, that does not matter, does it? Fact of the matter is that when she met you, she welcomed you and treated you very well… that’s until her playfulness got the best of her at the end, but I believe she did very well… except for that thing, at the end.”—No, it did not matter, but I still wanted to know! So, I said, “Sir, I want to know what she said, pleeeeeeeeeeease?
If you tell me, I promise I will be as sensitive as I can be tomorrow… pleeeeeeeease!??”

Gabriel looked at me, took a deep breath and said, “I am going to tell you, but this is becoming a nasty little habit, Red.
The only reason I am going to do this is because if you asked Chrissie, she would not hesitate to tell you and because we’re transparent in this family.” I got comfortable in my chair, grabbed my tea to get prepared to hear the story and said, “Okay!”

He said, “At first, Chrissie had an attitude and felt that she should not have to tone herself down, but it didn’t take long for her to remember that she trusts my judgement and that everything I do is to enhance our lives.
Eventually, she apologized for giving me a hard time and acknowledged her tendency to play around. Then she promised that she would do her best to be on her best behavior; And she was, that was until the end there…”

I laughed and said, “So, she behaved just like I did a second ago!” and I laughed, and I laughed some more while Gabriel just looked at me, looking less than amused.
Once I was done with my laughing fit, I said “Sir, I promise I will be on my best behavior and take good care of your sensitive Chrissie. I think me and her are going to get along just fine.” Then he broke and started laughing too while trying to say, “Red, I’m serious!”

Once the laughter subsided, I said, “Gabriel, I understand where you’re coming from, and I promise I will be more thoughtful with what I say tomorrow. It’s just going to take some getting used to, but I can do it.” He put an end to my little winning streak by smirking and saying, “And do it you will, or no more hair pulling until you do.”
Wait, what? He knew I liked it? How embarrassing! I blushed and whined “Sir, I am shyyyyyy!!!!!”

He laughed and said, “Ok beautiful, let’s get going. My friend is expecting us, and we don’t do the late thing in this family.”

to be continued...