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thatsdemko · 5 years

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☆Therapy ☆-J.Norris

CHAPTER FOUR

WARNINGS: underage drinking, a wee bit smutty, and talks of politics! (oh and this is mainly about Megan so josh is hardly mentioned)

It was Saturday. Megan and Will had been talking ever since Friday and agreed to go together at the party, Megan hadn’t mentioned any news of it to Jenna knowing it would just freak her out. That night when Megan came home Jenna didn’t even mention the game or anything knowing Megan was upset with Josh.

“So what are you wearing tonight?” Jenna asked taking her eyes off the computer and Megan shrugged, “not sure, but whatever looks good with a sling.” Megan said, soon she was supposed to get out of the big one and into an actual sling not one that was designed for only therapists to learn how to take on and off.

“Okay, so can we talk about yesterday? Who was the girl with josh?” Jenna closed her computer sitting up from her bed looking over at her roommate was smiling at her phone before turning it off looking over at Jenna dropping her smile, “her name is Maddie and she’s josh’s sex buddy.” Megan said as Jenna made a disgusted face shaking her head, “so he invited you to watch them basically make out?” She shivered disgustingly again shaking her head, “what an asshole, megs, I’m sorry.” She frowned to her friend, Megan was over it. It didn’t even matter because Megan and Josh were friends, or well they were and now Megan was just mad at him for his behavior.

“Yeah well then he acted like he never even invited me which really stung. I could care less that all they did was made out, it just hurt that he forgot I even came.” She let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling now. Megan was used to being treated like this. All the boys she ever talked to pretended to care for her, but then when another girl they really care for they would just ghost her and then text her in a few months thinking things were going to be better when it wasn’t. It was why she was so hesitant to even trust Jenna for thinking that it was good for her to go out with josh, because now she knew how she would be treated if she ever was with him.

“I’m sorry, megs.” Jenna went over and sat down on her bed taking a hold of her friends free hand, “boys are stupid. Tonight, we are going to forget about them.” She offered a smile and Megan laughed sitting up gently, “what about your boyfriend?”

“You’re a lot more important than a boy, Megan, duh!”

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The little red dress hugged Megan’s curves as she stood there looking at herself in the mirror. Everything looked fine up until it got to her arm with the sling. She hated that it ruined every outfit she wore.

“Megan! My boyfriend is here! Lets go!” Jenna banged on the bathroom door as Megan rolled her eyes looking into the mirror one last time making sure her makeup was good enough to go out and then she took her phone opening the bathroom door and turning off the lights to see Jenna standing there as she smiled, “oh you look so pretty!” Jenna gushed as Megan smiled, “so do you!” She said for the first time in nearly weeks giving back the same vibe causing Jenna to get even more excited, “look at you! I’m so happy you’re coming.” Jenna giggled as Megan laughed as they all made their way down the hall.

“What type of pregame drinking did you guys do?”

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“You guys go ahead I’m waiting for someone actually.” Megan said and Jenna nodded her head leaving Megan outside only for a minute before will had arrived, “wow,” he said walking up to her as she laughed, “you look good.” He said as she blushed opening one of the buttons on his button-shirt, “so do you.” She said as he shrugged sticking his hands in his pockets, “I actually just rolled out of bed.”

“Really?”

“I’m joking no.” He laughed as they both walked in the loud house seeing some of her teammates as she said hello to them and a few of the boys from the lacrosse team saying hello to them.

“So who do you know on the lacrosse team?” Megan asked as they entered the kitchen that was a little bit quieter and will positioned her so the guy running through wouldn’t bump into her shoulder, “thank you,” she smiled up at him, “well I’m friends with some of the guys, they are buddies of mine from high school or because apparently I go out too much that’s how.” He laughed pouring himself a drink and Megan handed him her cup as he poured her one too, “so you’re a party animal?” She asked as they both moved into a corner where Megan’s hurt shoulder was facing the wall so no one could bump into it.

“Some might think that, but I really only get out on Saturday’s sometimes because hockey is everyday, I mean you would understand being involved in classes, clubs, and your own sport is a lot of time and dedication that you just don’t have time to party.” He said and she nodded her head, “yeah, what’s your major?”

“Political science.” He said and she smiled taking a look at him scanning up and down, “what?” He asked half laughing as she smiled shaking her head taking a sip of her drink, “what? Come on, tell me.” He asked and she sighed, “you just don’t look like someone who’d be into politics, most hockey players just kind of join a crowd like I swear you guys are your own political party.” She joked on the last part as he laughed moving closer to her, “well I don’t think I’m really like them considering most of them just hear one side and join that side not really agreeing but doing so.”

“I don’t think you’re like them either, considering that you’re into politics and seem to care.”

“Well thank you, I do. So what’s your major?” He asked, “premed.” She said and he seemed a bit stunned when she said that, “so you’re pretty much smart?” He asked and she laughed shaking her head, “no! You and Josh think that.”

“well it’s premed! Come on, tell me something about medicine.” He said as she now played with rim of her cup shaking her head and he begged once again, “come on? I want to know something tell me a fact. I’ll tell you one about polisci if you tell me about premed?”

She looked up from her cup giving in now, “Alright, umm there’s studies saying eating ice cream for breakfast increases your function of the brain.” She said laughing pushing her hair out of her face as he few people brushed past them now as where they were standing was getting more crowded.

“Alright, well did you know that Athens believed that living a public life is making life worth living.”

“Explain.” She said as he got bumped a bit closer to her now, “it just means that we should make our lives worth living for, and that somehow we always make our lives worse for ourselves by picking out every bad outcome or sticking on the worst things when life can be so much more. I mean that to me is how I take it.” He said looking down at her as she nodded her head, “I like that fact more than my own.” They both laughed, “you want another drink?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

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The night had gone on and the more Megan kept drinking, of course, the worse she got. She and will ended up meeting up with Jenna and her boyfriend, seeing that Jenna was just as drunk and needed support from her boyfriend, as Megan was almost to that point if she kept drinking. Will was buzzed, but he was nothing like Megan was.

“You’re with will I’m so fucking jealous!” Jenna hissed as they both went into the bathroom together because Jenna claimed she needed to redo her makeup, and Megan agreed to go in the bathroom with her.

“Yeah just for tonight though,” Megan laughed gripping a hold of the counter watching Jenna redo her makeup for a couple of minutes before they both walked out seeing the boys had both stayed together, “Alright we are going home now, so it was nice meeting you will.” Jenna’s boyfriend said as Megan waved goodbye clinging onto will as they followed behind making their way downstairs, “I’m going to get another drink.” Megan shouted as will followed behind her as she successfully made her way over without getting hit by anybody as she grabbed one of the bottles of corona on the table and handing it to Will to open as he did so grabbing two cups and splitting the drink, “hey!” She slurred turning to him as he shook his head, “you’re already drunk enough.” He said as she rolled her eyes as he handed her the cup with the smaller amount hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“You know, my roommate thinks you’re hot.” Megan said moving closer to will running her hands down his chest. The buttons of his shirt kept getting undone even more as the night went on as more bodies started showing up.

“Yeah? What do you think?” He asked with a smirk and she laughed moving into his body as she barely even noticed the music before up until now, “I think so to.” She smiled as he did too pressing a kiss to her lips and she set her cup down wrapping her free arm around his neck, “want to get out of here?” He asked practically out of breath when he came up for air, “yeah,” she breathed out as they both made their way out of the house.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“Will and Megan.”

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His hips were pressed against hers gently as she laid there underneath him. Her sling was off—due to her request saying she didn’t want to have sex with him with a restriction–and her hands freely moved in his hair, “how are you this good?” She asked as he laughed collapsing down on her carefully as she let out a moan, “you ever been with a guy who knew what he was doing?” He asked rolling off her body and she shook her head looking over at him, “never?” He asked sitting up as she panted trying to catch her breath, “no,” she admitted feeling embarrassed and he moved close to her gently wrapping his arm around her, “you ever had sex before?” He asked and she laughed nodding her head, “yes I have, just I guess not with someone like you that’s for sure .” She said and he laughed pressing a kiss against her shoulder without the stitches, “come on let’s go get cleaned up.” He got up out of bed putting his boxers on as Megan put her underwear and bra back on following him into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and he unexpectedly lifted her up onto the bathroom counter, “hopefully you don’t have therapy tomorrow these are a little fresh still.” He said pointing out the hickeys he gave her and she blushed shaking her head, “I don’t, but I’m assuming these will still be here on Monday so josh will question.” She laughed as he went to feel the water as he turned the knob and the water started to fall hitting against the tiles.

“Well josh shouldn’t question considering since you watched him make out with another girl and he has no right to do so.” Will said as she held out her arms knowing she couldn’t get down without somehow being clumsy and hitting her shoulder so he picked her back up and she took her things off as he joined her now in the shower, “well you know I left some on you too, so if he asks what are you going to say?” She asked and he shrugged, “do you want me to tell him it was you?” He asked and she shrugged as he reached behind her grabbing the soap as he put it back starting to rub it all over her, “I don’t care if you tell him, I just don’t want him to think I’m using you.”

“Well are you?”

“No, never I like you a lot more than him.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #josh norris #j.norris #thatsdemkotjn #will lockwood #w.lockwood

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radioleary-blog · 6 years

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Golden-gate

You know what this week’s topic is. A scandal, not on the level of Watergate, perhaps, but it’s a political scandal and that means we have to attach the suffix “-gate” to it. Let’s call it...Golden-gate. An unsubstantiated report was released just ten days before Trump’s inauguration after circulating for months, among the claims that journalists have not been able to verify is that Trump hired prostitutes to perform “golden showers” in front of him. Now, surprisingly, there were a whole lot of people who had never heard that term before, and it was quickly trending as a top google search. Many innocent, non-perverted people had conjured up some naively wholesome ideas as to what a “golden shower” might be. “Is it a party for your fiftieth anniversary, I wonder?” Well, yeah, sure, it could be, if the kids are all moved out of the house and you cover the furniture with plastic. Hey, could that be why some weird old people used to cover their furniture with plastic? Man, my Aunt Tootsie may have been cooler than we thought. Other naive, un-jaded people wondered, “I bet a golden shower is his really fancy bathroom in his Trump Tower penthouse apartment.” Well, kind of, in that I think you could see golden showers in Penthouse magazine. But no, all these precious illusions were shattered pretty quickly, very quickly, in fact, when their google search resulted in: “About 4,750,000 results in (0.52 seconds).” The truth hit them like a splash in the face.

Not since the great Clinton blowjob scandal of the 90’s has simply following the news cause the corruption of so many poor, innocent minds. And that happened way before the internet, so back then you had to ask your Social Studies teacher why Monica Lewinsky didn’t just swallow for the sake of our country. And yet today that sounds like a much more innocent time; just a friendly adulterous blowjob scandal. Not like this soggy affair. Being aware of what our political leaders are doing is our responsibility as citizens, it’s our civic duty, but this rate, don’t be surprised if the next scandal actually involves some politician’s ‘civic doody’. But I guess it’s all part of making America great again. No word on where these ‘leaks’ came from, I thought they came from the Russian prostitutes? I wonder if they charged extra for leaking the report, too.

Trump is furious, he’s red in the face over this report, but if I remember color theory correctly, when you mix red with yellow, you get orange. Hmm, this could explain a lot. And now we finally understand what he meant when he said he wanted to bring back waterboarding! Let’s see, if you do it to somebody with water, it’s considered torture and it’s against the Geneva Convention, but if you do it with pee, it’s 500 dollars an hour and you have to pay for the hotel room. Uh, I hear! I mean, um, how would I know? So, ah...can we just get back to Trump?

You know, I used to think Donald Trump was like Nero without the violin lessons. Now I think he’s more like Caligula, but without the class.

I’m not going to run down a litany of cheap jokes and puns about these salacious accusations. Not me, I have too much journalistic integrity for that. And I doubt any of it is true anyway, I mean, not Donald Trump, right? He’s worked hard ever since he was a wee lad. He’s the kind of guy who never settles for second place because he strives for number one. Donald Trump is a man who has climbed the bladder of success. He’s worth his weight in gold and showers in the adoration of his supporters. He’s a financial whizz. In a recent live stream press conference he said, “You have to trust ‘your innate’ instincts when you do your business. There are times the market is flush, and times you just have to go with the flow, but always be ready for a golden opportunity.” No, no cheap puns here. I don’t engage in yellow journalism.

Whew! I couldn’t hold those jokes in any longer! Ah...what a relief! I realize every comedian in America came up with these exact same jokes, and everybody who isn’t a comedian, too. Going to the bathroom is something we start telling jokes about it as soon as we learn how to talk, we’ve all been ready with these jokes since about the first grade. As a kid you always got huge laughs just by using the word “poopy”. Man, it slayed. That was your closing bit. Now as adults we make witty remarks about “Close Encounters of the Turd Kind,” but it’s still the same joke. And we will always think bodily functions are funny. A thousand years from now, if mankind has returned to space and colonized the Solar System, people will still be joking about asteroids on Uranus. It’s human nature. So everybody was ready with jokes for this scandal, reaching back to our earliest comedic sources. And we let loose, even if the story doesn’t hold water.

But don’t think that Donald Trump was the first alleged sexual deviant to be President, I did a little research and you might be surprised at some of the fun and interesting presidential facts I discovered:

President Calvin Coolidge kept Vice-President Charles G. Dawes in a full-body leather gimp costume, locking him in a trunk in the basement of a pawn shop when the Senate was not in session. It is speculated that the middle initial G. stood for Gimp. Same for Warren G. Harding.

Franklin Pierce (1853-1857) was heavy into body modification, living up to his name with over 50 body piercings. 30 of them were deliberate, the rest were just shrapnel from a cannonball injury in the war of 1812.

Rutherford B. Hayes (1877-1881) only got off on Bukkake and Japanese tentacle porn. Alright, so that’s not true, but he’d a lot more interesting if it was. Nobody cares that he was a reconstructionist.

You know, before this story hit, I thought I’d be talking about his previous scandal for the week, his feud with actress Meryl Streep, but only Trump can actually trump himself. Meryl Streep had attack Trump for bullying and mocking a disabled reporter during her acceptance speech at the Golden Globes awards. There’s that word “golden” again. Anyway, Trump didn’t like it, and the Twitter war was on. He tweeted, "Meryl Streep, one of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Golden Globes." Wait a minute. Over-rated? Is he unaware of the existence of irony? Meryl Streep has won 157 awards, and over 400 nominations. Donald Trump? The Apprentice lost at the Emmys to Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. And it lost twice to The Amazing Race. Donald Trump calling Meryl Streep over-rated is like Vin Diesel giving a bad review of a Monet retrospective at MoMA:

“Monet? Nah, bro. This guy ain’t no Impressionist, Impressionists do a bunch of voices like John Wayne and shit, this guy just paints pictures of water lilies. I ain’t Impressed. I asked if I could meet this guy Monet or Merlot or whatever, and they told me he died. Whoa. Car crash I bet. Should have slowed your roll, my brother. Ride or die, esse. Gas, grass, or ass, nobody rides for free. But how come none of these paintings have muscle cars in them? For example, his painting ‘Morning on the Seine near Giverny’ is aight, but what it really needs is a cherry red 1970 GTO with a 455 cubic inch V-8, 370 hp. and a Ram Air IV engine. Pimp your ride, pimp your painting, bro.”

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