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Everything is now set. I have booked a seat on a commercial airline, leaving on 16th July and landing back in England on 10th August. 25 days. I will not embarrass myself by revealing the cost of the ticket because it's.. well, embarrassing. The airline industry sure knows how to encourage people to fly. If I hadn't fucked up my Airport I.D. application, I'd be looking into much cheaper (albeit much diverted) routes to Newark via Air Canada's Staff Flights programme. Actually, in reality, the "much diverted" comment is really only the tip of the iceberg. All the staff flights are on standby status, so I could be waiting at Heathrow for a day to get a flight to Toronto and then spend up to three or four days waiting for a flight to Newark. And that's there AND back. I'd spend half the holiday in airports. I've heard such accounts from reliable sources. So, in the end, commercial airline and standard price wins hands down. It's only money after all. Living with my parents and having no life affords me a non-frivolous, disposable income. I pay [much reduced] rent, phone calls and AOL and fuel. Beyond that, my money steadily builds on bits of paper that the bank send to me every month. I should look into the student loan repayments. I'm sure I owe them something by now.
I had a rather embarrassing episode this afternoon. Feeling extremely horny when online with Kerry, I suggested we go to the phone and explore that. My parents were out. I called them to see what time they'd be home. Twenty minutes. Shit. Oh, fuck it. We went for it. I called Kerry, who described a frenetic scenario. Right at the critical moment, when my vocal chords were given a real workout (in tandem with another part of my body), I heard the porch door open. My parents were in the house. I didn't even hear the key in the initial front door. The porch door opens and suddenly I'm so quiet, you can actually hear the ejaculate landing. I rush to close my bedroom door. An orgasm consumed by fear is a most unusual - and quite unnerving - experience. Then, when I got back on the phone to Kerry, I felt like Ben Stiller in There's Something About Mary. I couldn't find... it. I checked my earlobes first of all. To this moment, I don't know where it went.
Kerry found this all to be hilarious and when we parted ways, I punched through my anxiety and just went on the attack (it's the best defense, no?), got dressed and went downstairs to tell my parents that I was going to America.
I had a rather embarrassing episode this afternoon. Feeling extremely horny when online with Kerry, I suggested we go to the phone and explore that. My parents were out. I called them to see what time they'd be home. Twenty minutes. Shit. Oh, fuck it. We went for it. I called Kerry, who described a frenetic scenario. Right at the critical moment, when my vocal chords were given a real workout (in tandem with another part of my body), I heard the porch door open. My parents were in the house. I didn't even hear the key in the initial front door. The porch door opens and suddenly I'm so quiet, you can actually hear the ejaculate landing. I rush to close my bedroom door. An orgasm consumed by fear is a most unusual - and quite unnerving - experience. Then, when I got back on the phone to Kerry, I felt like Ben Stiller in There's Something About Mary. I couldn't find... it. I checked my earlobes first of all. To this moment, I don't know where it went.
Kerry found this all to be hilarious and when we parted ways, I punched through my anxiety and just went on the attack (it's the best defense, no?), got dressed and went downstairs to tell my parents that I was going to America.