Some Are Sicker Than Others by Andrew Seaward Page A

tease.”
    Then it came, like a New Year’s Eve party popper—a wad of cum shot out all over the screen. “Ah fuck.” He closed his eyes and curled his toes inward, his body shaking and convulsing like he was having a seizure. “Ahh. Jesus Christ.”
    Once he was done, he just sat there for a moment, taking in deep swallows of the crack-laden oxygen. As he opened his eyes, he glanced up at the monitor—his cum looked like vanilla yogurt dripping down Sarah’s body. He laughed to himself and nodded. Take that you fucking cock tease. Then, he got up from the desk and looked around the office for something that he could wipe his hands off with. But, there was nothing there so he reached down and pulled off his sock and used it as a jizz rag to wipe off the monitor. The cum was sticky and wet against his fingers and unfortunately, it didn’t make for very good absorption. He soaked up as much as he could then tossed the sock into the wastebasket and reached down by his ankles and pulled up his khakis.
    As he zipped up his zipper and buttoned his button, he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. What the hell? He reached down and jammed his hand into his pocket, then pulled out the phone and looked at the display. It was Cheryl. What the hell did she want? He thought he was done with her today. Guess not.
    He set the phone down on the desk then tucked in his shirt and buckled his buckle and sat back in the chair. He hit the stop button on the media player, closed out all his folders, and hit the power button on the monitor. Just then, the phone started buzzing again, vibrating on his desk like one of those table pagers they give you at a Ruby Tuesday’s. “God damnit.” He grabbed the phone and flipped it open and jammed the receiver against his ear. “Hello?”
    “Dave?”
    “Yes?”
    “Where are you?”
    “I’m at school. Where do you think?”
    “Please don’t be mouthy.”
    “I’m not being mouthy.”
    “Yes you are.”
    “Jesus Christ Cheryl, what do you want? I’m really busy here.”
    “I need you to do me a favor.”
    “Aw Christ, what now?”
    “I need you to pick Larry up from Morningstar.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Because I can’t do it today. I got an emergency call from one of my clients and I have to run down to Denver for a couple of hours.”
    “Cheryl, I can’t take off work. I got like a million things to do before the match tonight.”
    “Please Dave, don’t argue with me. I really need your help on this one.”
    Dave wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder then bent down and began tying his shoelaces. “Well, what am I supposed to do with him? I can’t watch him.”
    “You don’t have to. My sister’s going to watch him. You can drop him off there.”
    “Your sister’s? What? Out in Broomfield?”
    “Yes.”
    “Jesus, Cheryl. I don’t have time for that. I gotta pack up the school bus.”
    “Please Dave, it won’t take long. He gets out early today. You can do it on your lunch break.”
    “Aw for Christ’s sake.”
    “Please Dave, I never ask you for anything.”
    Dave slammed his elbows on the desk and started rubbing his forehead. “Alright, well what if I just take him up there with me?”
    “Where? To the volleyball game?”
    “Yeah, it’d be good for him. Get him out of the house for a change.”
    “No, Dave, absolutely not.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I don’t want him riding around with you in that school bus.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it’s not safe, alright?”
    “Aw for Christ’s sake, Cheryl. He’s not a little kid anymore. He’s almost a teenager. When are you gonna stop babying him?”
    “It’s not him I’m worried about.”
    “Oh this again?”
    “I don’t trust you, Dave. I don’t trust you behind the wheel of that school bus. You’re not well. You’re sick.”
    “I’m not sick, Cheryl. I’m perfectly fine.”
    “You are definitely not fine, Dave. Something is very wrong with you.”
    “Well, then why even