Get this. Last night Tom said he has two sex games he wants us to play later on today. He said I may not like one of them. If he isn't full of shit, is this his way of making it easier for me to deal with his losing the bet? Well, I already knew and expected he wants and planned to lose the bet from day one and I do want to see my parents.

By the way, Tom didn't actually say, "I'm gonna make sure you're not pregnant so we can see your parents." He didn't have to as this is something I already know.

Tom explained to me about the deposit yesterday. Just like when I'd get social security and SSI, if the 31st falls on a Sunday, they pay him the previous Friday, so that's why there was money available earlier.

He won $60 with his folks at the track yesterday and tomorrow we're gonna take ma out. She needs to buy an adapter for an old tape player.

I was so thrilled to have what he made for me last night! He took my vibrator and hooked a wire to it so I can plug it in. Now I don't have to worry about batteries that die after 5 minutes.

Later...

To better describe Andy's house and surroundings, I like his bathroom better. No bathroom beats the one on Bell Road or Deerfield, but his is bigger than ours. He also has a closet in his and a similar linen closet to ours just outside the bathroom. His bedroom is about the size of ours and his living room is a little smaller. He doesn't have an eat-in kitchen. His place is much less private and his backyard is really small. The two carports are right in the middle of hers and his place.

A gay woman named Stephanie, who he calls Chrissy Heines cuz she reminds him of her, lives next door to him and is hardly ever home. Next to her is that tire shop on Thomas Street which is quite a busy street and next to him is a side street. So, he's on a corner just like us. There are apartments behind him. They look like 1-story condos side by side. He doesn't have to listen to dogs or kids. Just traffic and occasional people walking or jogging by his house.

Later...

Now to finally update on next door. They're still not all moved in and I'm still hoping and praying that they stay as quiet as they've been and that Robin was right when they said I'd never have to worry.

The day I went over to Andy's I could hear that car stereo again, but not as loud. Still, I went out and politely asked them if they could turn it down and I asked if my music was too loud since it wouldn’t be fair to blast them with mine if I wanted them not to blast me with theirs.

I also saw Jolene come out carrying the kid. She didn't seem too friendly. She never said a word to me, so I take it she’s not too happy with my complaint. Then they left.

Then that night, I heard the kid scream once at 7:30 and their windows were shut, so I don't know for sure if it was the kid, but it probably was. Then, I thought I heard a boy of about 10 yell something out twice and he sounded like he was right by the house.

Since then, though, all's been quiet and they were here this morning. They waited till they left to turn the car stereo on and it wasn't blasting, so that's nice.

Also, for a couple of minutes, I heard a sax playing from the house across the street that's two houses away from the music house, as I still call it. It's where the cop lives. I can deal with a sax just fine and anything beats drums and the bass, but I sure as hell hope that the teenager that I think was playing it doesn't end up having band practice at his house. Sometimes boys at any age can be just as wild as little kids of both sexes. I just hope I won't have any shit coming to me around here that I can't deal with.

Now for the latest bird update. They ate out of my hand and it didn't hurt at all. Then I sat on the ground with my feet stretched out straight in front of me and they ate off my calves and some would stand on my calves and walk in and out between my legs. Their claws scratched me a little and even tickled somewhat, but it was pretty cool. I took a picture of them that didn't scare them like I thought it would. This morning Tom hosed down the patio and got it looking as if birds never hang out there and says he'll do it every Saturday. 

Later...

Tom told me about the sex games he wanted to play. There's this channel where people screw, but they can't show penetration or hard dicks. There's no sound to it either unless you pay for it. One of his ideas is to do what they do (within reason). His other idea was to make up a dialogue.

The first idea sounds like fun, as long as a woman's not eating out another woman, as that'd be awfully hard for us to do with each other. Also, I'm certainly not into getting fucked up the ass and I sure as hell can't fuck him up the ass. The second idea sounds kind of boring, but I'm open to trying new ideas at least once.

Then I said to him that it's only fair that he play a game I want to play. I want him to pretend along with me that he got off to give me that sense of normality and mutuality I haven't had in years. As I figured, he agreed but didn't seem too enthusiastic about it. Can anyone (me) really suck that bad in bed? Also, can a guy really be that turned off and afraid to cum? He's just so weird!