#TT The Chain

The Chain

Arnie whistled as he washed his hands at the sink.

Josie watched his usual ritual.

Tut—check.

Water on, hands under spray, water off—check.

Soap hands three times—check.

Mutter under his breath—check.

Water on, count to three—check, check and bloody check.

Tap off, tut-tut twice—check.

Shake hands in air—check.

Turn, moan—hold on…

No moan?

He beamed at her.

Beamed? Arnold? Had he had a personality transplant?

“I’ve bought us a present, chubby.” Chubby ffs, still the same asshole. “You have?"

Arnold lifted a paper package from the work surface behind him. “Here you go, something you’ll love.”

Knowing him she wasn’t sure. Josie opened the package, took the contents out and held them up.

“A new chain.”

He nodded.

“For?” It sure as hell wasn’t to go on her nipples. Arnold was so straight, he thought shouting as you come was kinky.

“The sink. I’m sick of not being able to wash my hands properly.” And he said it was for them?

Josie lifted it high in the air.

“A present for yourself you mean? Then lets see what we can do with it.

It was tight around his neck before he even had time to tut.

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love R x