Page 2 of Pulled By the Tail
But were they ready for children? They lived together, sure, and hadn’t encountered any major problems, but a baby? Agreeing on what pizza to order or what show to watch in the evening wasn’t the same thing as raising a child.
She had some time. Not years, like she originally envisioned in her master life plan, but she didn’t have to jump on Kevin’s dick and get knocked up today.
Yes, Georgia had a master life plan. Her first draft had been written in glitter gel ink when she was twelve and determined not to end up like her parents. She’d been updating it ever since. Graduate high school, done. Don’t get pregnant as a teenager, like her mom. Georgia didn’t even date in high school, avoiding the temptation of sex and opportunities for surprise pregnancies. College, done. She traveled out of the country, got a small tattoo on her shoulder, and even had an anonymous one-night stand, all according to the plan. Moving in with her boyfriend right out of college was on schedule. Maybe she should accelerate the schedule and bump up married at thirty to twenty-eight?
Having a list of her goals kept her on track. The big picture vanished too easily in the day-to-day. Like now. Having a baby before thirty wasn’t in the plan but what if the plan was wrong? What if she waited and then couldn’t have a baby?
She needed to think this over, preferably with a big slice of chocolate cake.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming message.Well? Don’t leave a girl hanging.
She smiled and typed a quick reply to her friend, Freema.No cancer!
Thank you, sweet Jesus! Celebratory drinks?Strawberry and margarita emojis followed. Freema loved her boozy strawberry drinks.
I’m exhausted. I didn’t sleep, she replied.
Take a nap. Let me know if you change your mind,Freema wrote.
Georgia wouldn’t change her mind. She wanted to curl up on the sofa and watch something mindless with people decorating cakes poorly. That sounded amazing.
“Sweetie, I’m home,” she announced, tossing her keys on the table next to the front door. Immediately she noticed the extra set of car keys, which were not hers or Kevin’s. “Do we have company?”
No one replied but she heard music from deeper in the apartment. Georgia followed the noise, opening the bedroom door to find Kevin balls-deep in the new intern.
Boring, predictable Kevin was fucking the intern. How cliché. How uninspired. Georgia had to laugh. Kevin’s pale, hairy butt was laughable, too.
The intern finally noticed Georgia standing in the door and screamed.
“The intern? Really, Kevin? Is she even legal?” Georgia knew the young woman’s age to be at least eighteen, probably closer to twenty, but still.
“What are you doing home?!” Kevin jumped away from the woman like distance could erase what Georgia saw. “You’re supposed to be at the office until five.”
The intern grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed by Georgia.
“I had a doctor’s appointment, which I told you about this morning. Oh, and it’s not cancer. Thanks for asking.”
“There you go again, always sniping at me.”
“Don’t turn this around on me. You were fucking the intern!”
Kevin ignored what she said. “So, you’re fine now?” He stood with his hands on his hips, his dick flagging, way too confident for a guy with a scrawny, pale, hairy ass.
“Fuck, you’re not even wearing a condom,” she said. So gross. Thank God she had insisted on protection with him. Still, she added getting a check-up at the clinic to her list. Getting a funky sex infection was not part of the master plan, but here she was, staring at the unimpressive, unprotected dick of her asshole boyfriend, not knowing where he put that thing.
She did know he wouldn’t be putting it in her again. Ever.
“But you’re fine?” he asked, and Georgia got the distinct impression he wasn’t concerned about her health.
“Yeah, no cancer.”
He flashed a confident smile that made her skin crawl. “She didn’t mean anything, baby. I just needed a backup plan if you were sick. I didn’t want to get stuck, you know?”
If she was sick… His words turned her stomach. “So, you’d trade me in? Ditch me when I needed you?”
Exactly what happened to her mom. She grew sick and her dad vanished. Her parents had a rocky relationship to start with, on-again and off-again, but her dad always came back. Eventually. Usually broke and needing a place to crash, but he came back. Until her mom had cancer, and he disappeared for good.
Fuck. Despite her carefully monitored plan, she ended up with the same type of man as her father. Fuck a duck.
