I sighed. “I know it was bizarre. I’ve never been like that. But the idea of losing Debbie was just too much.”
“It’s tough, I know. Trust me on this. No more whining and self-pity. Be a fucking man.”
I smiled for her. “OK, I get the message. And hopefully I’ll never do that to myself again. If I stick to your new rules, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
She climbed out of my arms and started dressing. She paused after putting on her pants, pulling out a pill. “Good. Now take this, I have a feeling you’re going to need all the get up and go you can get this weekend. When you’re up to it go grab one of your girls, bring her in here, and fuck her brains out, just because you can.”
“After breakfast,” I told her. “I’m starving.”
“Fucking man-up, Jack! Do you think Debbie would rather enjoy watching you eat her cooking, or waddle out to the kitchen to cook you a new meal, after you fucked her like your life depended on it?”
“Damn, Cathy. You’re tough. It’s hard for any guy to live up to your standards.”
“Is it really that hard for you to fuck one of your cupcakes? Not the Jack I know and love.” She finished dressing, and dragged me to my feet. “I’m wrong. Shower first, then fuck one, or even both.”
She’d never steered me wrong before. So I did. Both. One at a time. And Debbie didn’t seem to mind throwing away my first breakfast, and cooking me a new one, while I took care of our sweet little bedmate. I was feeling inspired, and took it out on poor Beth, but Debbie didn’t even complain when she had to reheat my second breakfast.