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Recently I forgot to turn off the oven when I took out the pizza. The oven door was open so the apartment was being warmed at 220C for 20 hours. Thankfully it can never reach 220 C with door open, but it was very warm in the apartment, so much that I had to turn on the AC. -
Drama is good in a story. But I try not to drag drama for the sake of it. For drama we have our own lives. I write because I am an optimist. Very good ideas for Sally’s growth as an entepreneur. Adrian will probably raise an eyebrow, but let her run with it. But he’ll watch. Closely. Musk, Bezos and Weiss. -
I put a little more emphasis on "drama". Maybe it's because I tend to be a little dark, "my Oskar" is a bit like a mirror of me as a teenager, because I was problematic and introverted. You have a more optimistic view As for the private space agency, I thought about it because it is a rapidly growing market and important entrepreneurs have thrown themselves into that sector following the example of Musk and Bezos. I imagined that, in 2040, the Weiss group would also try to take a share of that market -
Right, the sale monies went back into the account to buy something else and not my pocket. So, I never saw it. I paid the taxes through our income. Yep, up to 85% depending on your income. Single, head of household, or qualifying widow(er): Combined income under $25,000: No tax $25,000–$34,000: Up to 50% of benefits taxable Over $34,000: Up to 85% of benefits taxable Married filing jointly: Combined income under $32,000: No tax $32,000–$44,000: Up to 50% taxable Over $44,000: Up to 85% taxable -
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Chapter 67: Shower Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe We finished moving the last of my things last weekend. I have officially moved in with my girlfriend! It was a lot of fun, despite being exhausting, because they can’t just do it like normal people, can they? No… Becks, Sam and Craig helped move everything, even borrowing a van from some friend from the events for it… and of course they spent the majority of the time not actually packing up my stuff and loading it in the van… they spent it teasing me. Which, in my opinion, was a good use of their time. But anyway, after Sam asked me to move in with her properly, we got everything organised, from bills to notifying my landlord that I was moving out. This took approximately three weeks, as we had to wait for the van to be available, and for Becks and Craig to both be available to help. But because of the shop, we had to do it all in the evening. Well… Sam and I started it in the afternoon, with Becks and Craig looking after Bound, then they closed up late afternoon and came over with the van. And now I’m snuggled up in bed, days later, whilst my girlfriend is cooking us breakfast. Everything is perfect. Perfect apartment. Perfect job. Perfect girlfriend. I love it all. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. That was until… I got a text. Dad: Hey Duckie, just checking in. I tried calling round your apartment this morning whilst I was in the city but there was no answer. Hope you’re okay! FUCK. How did I forget to tell them? I tell them everything! Well… obviously not everything… but they know all about me and Sam getting back together, they know I’ve been spending more and more time at my girlfriend’s place. But I completely forgot to inform them I moved in with her. FUCK. Duckie: Hey Dad… umm… funny story… There was a slight pause of about a minute before I got a reply. Dad: Go on… Duckie: So you know how I’ve been spending more time with Sam lately? Dad: You moved in and forgot to tell us, didn’t you? Duckie: How do you always know??????? Dad: Psychic Dad powers. You wouldn’t understand. We have to keep our powers secret, otherwise people would realise we’re too powerful and they’d end up hunting us down. Dad: Also… I just finished chatting to your landlord who had popped around to sort it out before he rents it to someone else, and he told me everything. Duckie: Sorry! I meant to tell you! Dad: It’s okay, I understand. You’re head over heels with that girl, you were swept away with the excitement of moving. Just… next time you do something big, send me a quick text at least so I don’t look like an idiot standing at your apartment that you no longer live in. Duckie: Sorry Dad! Really sorry! Dad: It’s okay Duckie, but I was wondering if you’re busy today? When you weren’t here, I was going to surprise you at the shop, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be working today or not. Yes, I’m bad but I’m not that bad. I at least told my parents I quit my job and started working at Bound. Duckie: I’m free today I think, why? Dad: I’m in town for an appointment, your Mum is just in the shop at the moment looking for some sweets for you. Was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch? Maybe bring Sam? Or what if we come to Sam’s shop? They serve lunchy stuff, right? Duckie: Mostly pastries and cakes, but I know of a place that does really nice food that we could go to! Dad: Sounds great! Right, I think that’s your Mum coming up the stairs, I better go explain why our daughter isn’t here… Duckie: Again, sorry! How about we meet at Bound in an hour? It’s not too far from the cafe I know. Dad: Sounds perfect. Okay sweetheart, love you, take care! See you soon! Duckie: Love you too. See you soon xx I sighed heavily. I couldn’t believe I had fucked up that badly by not telling them I had moved. I tell them everything! At least I used to… Dad’s right, I got swept up in this romantic whirlwind of changing jobs and spending all my time at Sam’s… and then moving in with her. “What’s got you all glum?” Sam asked, from the doorway, in only an oversized tee… her legs on full display… Okay, I was maybe drooling a little. Only a little! “Forgot to tell my parents.” “Forgot to tell them wha- OH… fuck. Did you really not tell them you moved?” she said, laughing loudly at my stupidity. “Dad’s at my old apartment now…” “Oh shit. Well at least you told them now… right?” “Yeah.” “They doing okay? What’s your Dad doing at your apartment?” “Him and Mum are in the city for an appointment, apparently. Dropped by to see me whilst they were in town. Now they want to go for lunch.” “That sounds nice. I bet you’ll have a nice time. It’s a good job that they suggested it… I may have burnt the breakfast and was going to order in so at least you can get something nice with your parents. Where are you going?” “I was thinking of going to Craig’s place. Haven’t been since that time you took me, back when Becks ran it. Is the food still good?” “Yeah, still good. Same cook. Just slightly different management. Last time I heard a cute lil puppy runs it,” she grinned, so proud of her own stupid joke. “And don’t think you’re excused… you’ve been requested.” “Me? Oh baby… I’m sorry, I can’t.” “Whyyyyyyyyy?” I whined, sounding like the bratty toddler I was dressed as. Because yes, of course I’m in my very swollen, very thick, very soggy overnight nappy and my favourite snow leopard onesie. “Because, my Dad is coming over to see me. And I was hoping you two could finally meet… properly this time, but it’ll have to be another time.” “Why not invite him to lunch?” Her face froze in disgust… or was it disbelief? Or maybe annoyance? I wasn’t entirely sure what feeling she was trying to portray with her face frozen like that… but whatever it was, it wasn’t a positive one. “Hun. You realise what that means, right?” she asked. “What?” “It would be the first time our parents are meeting.” “And?” “DO YOU NOT SEE HOW THAT'S SCARY?” I genuinely didn’t. Her Dad is lovely. My parents love her. What could go wrong? “No?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “Hun, it’s hard enough holding back and acting vanilla in front of my Dad or your parents. It’s another having to do it in front of them all. Plus I was hoping to kinda sway them with a lovely formal dinner or something… at least that’s what I’ve had in my head for a while.” “Babe… you don’t need to sway them with anything. They love you. And your Dad is great. They’ll get on super well.” “Well… well… FINE,” she blurted out, rolling her eyes at me and waving her arms like a certain green frog puppet. “But you can’t be in a nappy today. No little stuff. Super serious.” “Babe, I know. I still know how to be vanilla. Just because I’ve been little for a long time now doesn’t mean I can’t act grown up. I do it for work all the time…” “You’re still padded!” Thanks for the reminder of what you make me wear. Yes, it still makes me blush thinking about it. At least we make sure it’s not noticeable to any customers. “It’s fine. My parents are coming to Bound in about an hour. When does your Dad get here?” “About thirty minutes. I wasn’t rushing to get ready because it was just going to be a very informal gettogether. But now I need to actually get ready… fuck…” “It’ll be fine. Go start getting dressed.” “Not until we get you out of that nappy, little girl…” she growled at me. “And then we’re both getting in that shower. Sadly… no time for funny business.” “Awwww!” I whined. “...Maybe tonight.” After a very quick and satisfying shower together (It was not sexy in the slightest, it was very much a rush to get clean!), we quickly got dressed, put some basic makeup on, and hurried downstairs. “Hey girls, Dad is over there…” Becks said, pointing at a table in the corner where a lonely gentleman sat, sipping tea. Sam carried on walking over to Becks, so I followed close behind, not wanting to go say hi to her Dad on my own. Yes, he’s lovely… but we’ve not really talked before. And yes, I’m very nervous about meeting him, despite how lovely he is. So I’m following Mama to see what she’s talking to Auntie Becks about. “Is Craig working today?” she asked Becks. “Yeah, why?” “Apparently this little sogmonster wanted to go out for lunch today with her parents… and me and my Dad are being included. And just wanted to check Craig was in before we turned up.” “Yeah, he’s working. But oooooh! Parents meeting! That’s huge!” Becks replied, excitedly. “She doesn’t think so…” Sam shook her head, nodding it in my direction. “It’s not!” I whined. “Well I won’t get you anything, if you’re going to be eating at Craig’s. Have a good time!” Becks replied to Sam. “You sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” Mama asked her. “I’m fine, hun. It’s only the lunchtime rush. I can do that on my own this time. Go have fun. And tell me all about it when you get back.” “Hi Mr W- I mean… Tom. Hi Tom…” I mumbled nervously, forgetting how to speak like a human being for a second. “It’s lovely to see you again, Chloe. And I’m glad you remembered,” he laughed, smiling warmly at me. That smile… It's very much like his daughter’s. It warms my heart and disarms me in an instant. I can see where she got it from. “Hey Dad, how you doing?” Sam replied, sitting down, pulling out the chair beside her for me to sit down next to her. “Good ta, how’s life living together? Sick of each other yet?” he joked, then cut in before we could reply. “Nah, I see how you two are. You two are smitten. There’s no getting sick of each other with you two. Like your Mum and me.” “I… I love it. I’ve never been this happy.” “Making sure my girl is eating enough?” he turned to ask me. “Huh?” I said, baffled by this sudden attention on me. “Sam tells me you’re quite the cook… I hope you’re at least making sure she eats better. She’s never really eaten healthily, no matter how hard I tried. The most I could do is sneak some veg into some of her favourite foods.” “You did what?” Sam replied, feigning shock. “I cook when I can. She has a habit of nearly setting the kitchen on fire…” I replied, nervously, avoiding eye contact with my girlfriend. Though I could feel her stare through my skull. “Don’t I know it…” her Dad replied, laughing. “Well I’m glad you’re doing okay, okay enough to slag me off in front of my girlfriend…” Sam said, grinning at her father. “I was wondering… have you eaten yet?” “No, not yet, why?” Tom replied. “Would you like to grab lunch with us?” “And…” I butted in. “And?” Tom’s eyebrow raised. “And her parents. This forgetful little thing didn’t tell them she moved out of her apartment and now they’re meeting for lunch. We thought it’d be a nice opportunity for you two to meet. We know a nice place, Craig runs it.” “Your friend Craig? That lovely lad?” “Exactly.” “Well if your parents are half as nice as you are, Chloe, I think I’ll get on well with them. Sure, I’ve got the afternoon free, let’s meet these parents of yours.” He went to take a sip of tea before he stopped suddenly, holding his cup just in front of his mouth. “You’re not getting married or anything suddenly, right? It’s not that kind of meet, right?” Sam’s dad is adorable. “No! We just thought… seeing as we’ve moved in together… and seeing as her parents are meeting us here in about half an hour… that we may as well grab lunch together and all get to know each other,” Sam replied. “Okay. If you two ladies do get married, please warn me ahead of time though, okay? Not like I found out you moved in together… via text on the day of you moving in together. Or your sister suddenly getting married next year out of nowhere.” “Yeah… sorry about that, Dad. Promise you though, I’ll warn you of any future developments.” Marriage… with Sam… I’ve never thought about getting married. But not going to lie… the thought of it, with her… …Sounds nice. ===================================================== So the epilogue was posted on my subscribestar today, so you've got 2 weeks until this ends. 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