Oh, shit! Some people they hired are doing next door’s lawn now, just like the Saturday they had that long wild party. The only good thing about a company doing their yard is that if it were Mike instead, he’d have the Blazer stereo going and maybe the kid with him too. How many people, though, are gonna come do someone’s lawn on a Saturday? This is how I know there’s gonna be a big party and the weather’s suitable enough for it for people like them who can stand the heat. It’s only gonna be 106º today and it’s not as humid. I haven’t heard the kid since the last party on May 18th, but I’ll certainly hear it plus 5 more. Yup, this lawn company definitely isn’t regular since they haven’t been here in nearly a month. They only come when there’s gonna be a party.

Shit! I knew they wouldn’t be gone on weekends for long and that I’d be compensated. When they’re not here on weekends they must be partying at other people’s houses. I’d guess they rotate between 4 or 5 houses.

Well, I better enjoy myself while it lasts, cuz between noon and 2:00, the company will be here. So much for Tom and I having a nice peaceful swim later!

Later…

The landscapers left and boy was that fast.

Now I know that Robin’s visit a few minutes ago was just my imagination telling me what I want to hear. She said they’re not having a party, the weekend will be peaceful, I will have a baby and Tom won’t go back to his old ways.

Then why were they blowing the carport? That’s obvious. It’s so they can eat and entertain there with more coverage than the back patio and to get as close as they can to this house to piss me off, cuz everyone likes to toss their noise on others. It is getting deathly hot and humid out, but these people don’t mind, I’m sure.

I wish their company would call them saying they were sick or just not in the mood to party in the heat and humidity, but no such luck. Most people love a party and free food and being at someone else’s house so they can leave when they feel like it and not have to clean up.

Robin said, though, that I’ll see that everything she’s told me will come true and that she’ll reassure me all I need till I do see it come true.

I don’t know about that. I’m just so afraid of Tom going back to his old ways. What if he never cums again or doesn’t for many months or years?

He’s working on Evelyn’s trailer floor today and I guess she’s paying him well cuz he said to go ahead and make a full-fledged, old-fashioned grocery list, and then when he returns at around 4:00, he’s taking me out to pick up some Chinese food.

He’s been up since around 4 PM and I asked him if he thinks he’ll have energy left for “mutual” sex by the time we get around to it and he said yes.

After he came the last time we screwed last Saturday, he had said he thought it’d be mid-cycle the next Saturday and not that Saturday. What if this scared him that I was mid-cycle when we did it? What if he only meant to cum once just to get me off his back for a while and to get me to believe in him? And also, what if it was a tease? What if he said to himself, “I’ll just cum real good once to get you off my case and believing in me, then if you think I’ll keep cumming and that we’re gonna have a kid, you’re a sucker!”

God, I hope not! I hope I’m not gonna be paying for that day last Saturday with a party and a non-cumming dick! I know there’s gonna be a party, though.

Later…

I still can’t get Tom to divulge the secret, though he still swears it’s got nothing to do with cumming or a kid. He says it’s more like a material thing, but then he said it had to happen in its own time. That’s what he always said about his cumming and the kid and something you have to let “happen in its own time” doesn’t sound like a material thing to me.

I still want to know how he just “knows” I’m not pregnant now. Is it a denial statement? Is it too soon? Is it a vibe, an instinct, an intuition, or does he know something I don’t that makes him so sure? I mean, he is so sure. It’s like he’d be his life on it and yes, I believe him. Well, I’m definitely, definitely not pregnant. And this is even though I have no PMS symptoms.

Please, God! Please don’t let my happiness be short-lived or a joke!

Later…

These people next door are sick to be having a party in another hour or so. Just when I thought it’d be cooler today – uh-uh! It’s so hot my feet fry on the shaded areas of the patio and the pool is like bathwater.

They’re not home now, but that’s part of the plan. Tom says he thinks he plays basketball at a gym on weekends and I agree. So right now he and she are at the gym, then they’ll be returning with their company. Of course, Joely could’ve stayed back to get things ready. I wish they’d hold off the party till early evening when it’s a bit cooler, but like I said, I think these people could take it if it were 120° out and humid. Last night when it was early evening they had their living room windows open (I’m surprised I didn’t hear anything). Yuck! I’d die with the windows open in here at 3:00 in the morning. It’d have to be really dry and no higher than about 80° degrees before I could stand to have windows open at night.

Later…

Damn! Joely either doesn’t drive or doesn’t have a car and she did stay back cuz I can see the front door open. That’s a major heat-tolerant freeloader. I’m sure she’s cleaning and airing the place out for guests. I mean, they will see the place, even though they’ll be outside 99.9% of the time.

Later…

So far, it looks like the party’s gonna be later or tomorrow. I thought they said there were chances for storms over the next few nights, though. Well, I’ll feel a lot better as long as it stays quiet, and even more so if he gets off and shows me it will be a consistent thing. I hope we can do it more than once a week, though, whenever the hell things slow down. Once a week isn’t enough for me and for a couple trying to make a kid, we should do it more often still. We’re not like teenagers or assholes who get pregnant in one pop.

Later…

I figured Tom would be late. He said he’d call if he were gonna be much later than 4:00.

I hope we have time for sex tomorrow! I can’t picture this guy getting off tonight, but hopefully it’ll still be fun enough and that we can play cards and go swimming.

We need the money, yes, but I hope Evelyn doesn’t need Tom fixing stuff that often. One of the problems with a smart husband is that everyone needs him to do or fix something and he’s too nice to say no. Well, hopefully we can soon just take care of ourselves and not other people’s this and other people’s that.

Later…

Well, it’s going on 5:00, and still no Tom. Whether we need the money or not, I’m really sick of 99% of the time being about what we can do for other people. Why does everyone have to dump their problems on Tom? We have our own dreams, goals, and things to do.

He called a couple of times to test her phone. Oh, please don’t tell me she’s got phone problems, too! Call the phone company, Evelyn. That’s what they’re there for.

Well, I doubt he’ll be in before 7:00 or 8:00, so I’d better go entertain myself doing something.