A New Day, A New You part 11 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 11

... hard loud metal. Not just any metal, Scandinavian metal that Vikings would have enjoyed killing weak fuckers off to. I let that go on for an hour when I get a message from Jun to work on something important, redoing an interface for a program for Guy’s kids. I almost want to say no but it’s Guy’s kids, they’re good kids and while college and everyone in it can go fuck themselves with a champagne bottle Guy is straight up and honest with me. Hours go by and I send off the rough copy to Jun before grabbing my phone to see I have a couple messages form Caitlin, one from Richard and one from Robin. I don’t even read them, just delete and move on. I spend most of the day reworking the program with Jun who is happy to get something fun done and I send off simply pleasantries before eating something light from my fridge and relax with sore muscles and an angry mood. I’m up early Sunday morning and out for a run to shake the cobwebs off my muscles after a Saturday doing nothing important. The run physically feels good but I still have anger inside me as I get back into my dorm room and straight into the shower. I clean off and get back into my room avoiding all conversations thanks to other’s being asleep. I don’t know what Richard has been doing but I figure he and Dia can go have fun without me, they should really I’m the big downer in the room right now anyway and settle in to do something I haven’t done in a long time, marathon gaming. My phone goes off during the session but I ...

... don’t see Guy or anyone actually important contacting me so it’s back to game at hand till about noon when all the people who were up all night hop on the servers and I figure it’s time to head off and do anything else. I don’t want to go to the gym but figure I should since I’ve been sitting for a few hours and after a quick change I head out. Desmond said something to me that Guy affirmed and I actually understand it now, hitting things is good therapy but hitting people is better. The heavy back is probably going to need a replacement if anyone else comes by to use it today but I feel more loose and ready than anything. I’m heading out of the bag room as I see them enter; Trinity and Robin are coming in as I’m heading out towards them and I just keep to myself and take a different row to walk around them. “Stuart I’ve been trying to talk to you,” Robin says trying to come around as I keep walking at an even pace. I don’t respond, hell I don’t even look at her and when one of the muscle bound grunts bumping into me I don’t say anything to him either. He on the other hand decides to speak. “Hey asshole, watch where you’re going,” I hear it and stop before quietly turning. He’s got his back to me, about 6’1” built like he does this to help him keep his position in a sport he plays for the college. He’s white like me but tanned and probably oils himself so he can jack off in the mirror to his own image. Yeah I hate this fucker and I barely notice Trinity and Robin stop their ...