Season: Summer
Weather: Partly cloudy. The beginning of another super hot heatwave. Humidity prevents the air conditioner from working properly.
Day of the week: Sunday
Date: 12th February, 2024
I was woken up in the middle of the morning from a distressed sleep feeling overheated from the stifling summer heat, where in my dreams I had been stressing over paying the bills, rent and groceries. While dehydrated, confused and bleary eyes, I was wrapped in a thin blanket, picked up and carried away into a car where I was put down on the backseat, told to keep sleeping, while the two men in the front seats drove. The air conditioning was a welcome relief.
Not feeling too well, I closed my eyes and was woken up briefly when the car stopped.
"Where are we? Where is this?" I had sat up sleepily, having trouble opening my eyes and feeling the heavy throbbing of a dehydration headache like a giant beating a drum in my head.
"We're at our place," the shameless boss picked me up into his arms, carrying me steadily as if I wasn't a grown ass woman. I might have been underweight, but I wasn't that light was I? "The electricity at your place has shorted out. It's too hot and unsafe to leave you there while you're recovering. Stony and I live together and have a spare room for you to stay in until you can go back to your place."
"Fridge. Freezer. Food. Don't waste it," I wanted to turn back and save all the perishables in my refrigerator.
"Already packed it all up, Jane," Stony Boss patted my back and went to the boot. "Don't worry. We've got this."
It was only mid morning but it was already so hot and humid. It felt like being locked in a sauna.
Come to think of it, I had actually been locked in a sauna before. That wasn't a pleasant memory. It had been deep winter and the city had been snowed under for the first time in a decade. Our parents had taken us kids out for a surprise weekend getaway at a time-shared lodge in the icy mountains that belonged to a friend of theirs. There hadn't been very many people there in the quiet holiday place at that time of the year because it was more of a summer activities place. Bezel and her evil best friend had decided to drag me out to play in the snow, stripped me of my cold weather gear and outer clothes to roll me in the snow in order to make shapes in the soft snow. They had stuffed snow in my underwear and into my bra, and then buried me in the snow while they played at making a snowman on my bare head while the rest of me was encased in snow.
My fingers and toes had turned numb and black. It was that cold. When I was close to fainting from the cold, they had thrown me in the icy pool to wake me up, fished me out with a long stick and then completely stripped me naked to stuff me in the sauna. If our parents hadn't closely questioned them upon finding my scattered clothes in the snow, those two would have let me die in the sauna where after the hypothermia I was nearly baked to death. In order to appease our parents, they had jammed my clothes back on me and pinched me to perform for our parents, pretending I was fine. Our parents didn't fall for it. They realised I was very sick and immediately took me to the hospital where the medical staff had told them off for not taking better care of me, leading to our parents telling Bezel and the evil guy off for not telling them sooner, and me for not knowing how to come to them for help when I was sick. All us kids were grounded for a month.
In retaliatory revenge for not being able to go out, Bezel and her evil best friend had periodically stuffed snow or ice down my clothes until the deep freeze over the city lifted. Needless to say, I was sick in bed the entire month, left weak and helpless for the entertainment of the two gremlins.
I hate the humid heat. And I hate the snow. You can see why.
Stony Boss and the shameless boss both lived together in a house. A house with a small garden. These two guys were so rich. They could afford a house with a garden in this crowded city. This little house and land was worth millions. Millions! It all the more contrasted with my situation and showed me that I definitely did not belong in their circle of the super rich.
Nevertheless, I was bundled into the house where we all breathed a sigh of relief at stepping into the cool breeze of the air conditioner. I was carried into a bathroom and sat on a shower chair. A spare change of clothes was placed on the sink bench with a clean towel. When and who had been so bold as to get me a change of clothes and underwear from my wardrobe, hmm?
At the sight of my clothes, I couldn't help flushing with embarrassment at the thought that one or both of the guys had seen and picked through my underclothes. I really needed to dig a hole to bury myself in to save myself from the mortification. Also, my clothes were all so obviously worn and nearly threadbare in certain places. It was beyond horrifying and humiliating.
"We need to get you some new clothes," said whoever it was who had delivered my spare clothes. I couldn't even tell who it was. I was ready to burst and my eyes were blurry with tears. I wasn't able to process. "When you're feeling better, we're taking you shopping for everything you might need."
Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Were they trying to humiliate me on purpose? Even having a shower couldn't completely calm me down. Worse, I slipped and fell in the shower, leading to me needing to be taken to the hospital for some stitches to be redone.
When the men brought me back to their house, they both took turns rocking and cradling me in their laps, while I cried like a child from embarrassment. Not because anything hurt or because I was shocked, although they thought maybe I had been frightened to tears by the fall.
The feeling of being hugged and stroked was so nice though. Who would have thought that my dream of someone loving me enough to do just that would come true?
After I was pampered by the two men and fed, they put me to bed and both lay down beside me, hugging, patting and crooning me to sleep. Now that I think about it again, I can't help blushing and crying out of shame again.
Thankfully, when I woke up just now, neither man was still in the bed with me. It was past midnight and I could hear both showers being used in this little three bedroom house. They've both been in the shower for quite some time. I can't help wondering if anything is wrong.
Nevermind. I'll just drink the drink that's been left by my bedside and then go back to sleep.
They're both grown men. They can look after themselves.