Numeric ID: 1
Date received: 09 APR 2000
Idea from: Ellen
Written By: Ellen
email to: /dev/null


     It wasn't Jim's dad, though; it was Jim.  And Steve.  "Hiiiii,
Stephanie," he cooed at me as they both came in carrying bags.

     "Hi Steve, whatsup?" I managed to get out.

     Jim answered, "Well, Dad is officially out of town-"

     "Hallelujah!" Steve crowed, and I agreed one hundred percent.

     "So," Jim continued, "we were going to go out to lunch to
celebrate, but then we thought of you-"

     "Alll alone, and sooooo sick," Steve cooed again.

     "Shut up Steve," I said.  "So-"

     "So we brought a picnic lunch from work," Steve said.  "And don't
tell me to shut up, bitch!"  He gave me a friendly not-really-punch on
the arm to show me he was kidding.  It didn't hurt that bad.  It
wouldn't have hurt at all, of course, if I wasn't recovering from death.

     Anyway, before I was quite ready, we were all in the living room,
and Steve was fussing over me with a quilt and stuff as Jim got plates
and glasses and silverware and napkins, and then they unloaded a HUGE
spread onto the table.  Steve worked at this deli, and I have NEVER been
so glad that he did.  It smelled so wonderful I was actually HUNGRY. And
salivating.

     It was a nice lunch.  I'd almost gotten used to the nightgown, and
of course when you're wrapped up in a quilt, it doesn't really matter
what clothes you're wearing.  They teased me a little bit about girl
things and 'Stephanie' and stuff, but I was feeling well enough to tease
them back by saying stuff about men and fags both.  And the food was
just ungodly delicious.  I ate almost three quarters of a plateful of
assorted goodies.

     And of course, the two of them were also busy being cute to each
other, feeding each other and kissing and stuff, but it wasn't that bad
any more.

     Heck, I'd kissed Jim myself, and it wasn't that bad.

     On the other hand, when we all got done, and I got sleepy again, I
got to go to bed in my OWN room this time.

     I'd change out of the nightgown the next time I had the energy...