The Week I Turned Into Erin Chapter 10 Reconciliation
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SUNDAY
My boxers. Fold. Her panties. Fold. My t-shirt. Fold. More panties.
Inside-out. Fold. Her bra. Hang up. Sports bra. Fold. More boxers.
Fold.
I placed all of the folded laundry into the basket and returned to our
bedroom where I proceeded to put everything in dresser drawers.
"Done," I said. Walking back into the living room. I collapsed on the
couch and grabbed the TV remote. I started scanning Netflix for
something to watch. I feel like I've seen every series here. I can
always watch something again. I don't think I have time for a full movie
before Kathy returns home.
My name is Aaron. I'm 36. Unemployed. I live with my girlfriend Kathy,
and our dog Speckles. I've been out of work for a while now. Before the
pandemic I was bouncing around various temp jobs. Once COVID19 happened,
all of the job vacancies had dried up, so now I spend my days doing
various household chores, and reviewing streaming TV shows for my blog.
Today was a typical Sunday for us. I was home. Kathy was working.
She's been trying to put in as much time at work she can. Money's been
tight. I had just gotten done doing our laundry, and decided it was time
to relax before dinner.
I was getting frustrated at not finding something to watch. I put down
the remote. Speckles came up to me and nuzzled my hand. It must be 5
o'clock.
"Time to eat?" I asked Speckles.
Speckles started running around in circles to acknowledge the word "eat."
I got up and walked to the kitchen and Speckles followed me. I opened up
the cabinet to pull out a can of dog food. That cabinet was empty.
"Sorry girl, we'll have to go shopping later."
I got some dry kibble and scooped them into her dish. She sat down and
whined.
"Yeah I know you want something different." I opened the fridge and
pulled out a hot dog. I broke it up and threw it on top of the kibble.
Speckles immediately started eating the hot dog, ignoring the dry food.
I returned to the couch and pulled out my cell phone to browse social
media.
Just then, Kathy walked through the front door visibly upset.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked my girlfriend.
Kathy put her bag down and sat down on the couch next to me. "Work cut
my hours," she said. "The company doesn't have enough customers right
now so they're reducing the workforce. I'm only working 3 days a week
now."
"I'm so sorry," I said, trying to comfort her.
She shrugged it off. "Aaron," she said, looking at me. She sighed.
"You're going to need to find a job too."
"I've been trying," I said, in a defensive tone. "No one is hiring."
Honestly, I haven't tried in a few months. Most of the temp places I've
applied to were not open to in-person work. "None of the jobs pay nearly
enough."
"You're not trying hard enough. The Grocery store is hiring!"
"I'm NOT working for minimum wage at a grocery store!"
"Aaron," she said. "We're running out of money. We're broke. My
savings account is almost gone. We can't live like this anymore."
I was stunned. This is the first time I heard that she was dipping into
her savings.
"You've been using your savings to support us?"
"Yes," she said exasperated. "I didn't want to tell you. I love you,
and I didn't want us to break up because of finances."
"You were thinking of breaking up?"
"No. Yes. I mean, we can't keep living like this."
I put my head in my hands. I can't let Kathy walk out of my life. I'd
have nothing. Time to man-up.
"OK," I said. "I'll try to apply to the grocery story. I'll do it first
thing in the morning"
"Thank you," she said. I noticed her eyes were watery. Was she about to
break up with me if I didn't try to get a job?
We kept our distance for the rest of the evening. I realized I needed to
fix this. Our relationship was hanging on by a thread.
* * *
MONDAY
First thing in the morning I awoke, showered and got dressed. I put on a
button down shirt and a pair of nice jeans. I let the dog out. As I was
eating some cereal, Kathy came out to join me, already dressed for work.
We ate our breakfast in silence.
She turned to me. "What's your plans today?"
"I'm heading over to the grocery store to see if I can apply for a job,"
I replied.
"If you're going to the store," she said. "Can you pick up a few
things?" She got up and handed me the shopping list from the fridge.
"Sure," I said taking the list. There wasn't much on it. "How about you?"
"Today's a working day," she said. "Thank God. We'll have to ration my
next paycheck because future ones will be smaller."
I had a sympathetic smile. I got up from my seat and put my cereal bowl
in the sink. "I'm heading out now. Maybe I can start today!
Hopefully."
"Good luck," she said.
I opened the front door. "Love you," I said before walking outside.
"Love you too," she answered.
OK, Aaron. I can't come home without a job. This is important. Kathy
will certainly leave me if I come home unemployed.
I climbed into my car. The gas tank was almost empty. I pulled up my
bank account on my phone to check my balance. Only $20? I sighed.
I drove to the gas station and put only $5 in my tank. This should be
good enough for driving around town today.
* * *
I drove to the grocery store. I grabbed a disposable mask from the
passenger seat and walked into the store. I eyed the customer service
area. I suddenly got nervous. I wasn't ready for this.
I did my shopping first. Frozen pizzas, dog food, cereal. I remembered
I only had $15 in my bank account so I had to be very frugal here. I
looked at the price of everything. Everything was so expensive. I
settled on 1 pizza and 2 cans of dog food. I'll have to come back when I
get paid.
I paid for the groceries and put them into the car before returning into
the store. I took a deep breath and walked straight to customer service.
After about 5 minutes, a female employee came to the customer service
counter.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I was hoping for a job application," I said.
"One moment," she said walking into the back through a door. She came
back with a paper and pen. "Fill this out, and you can give it back to
me. The manager on duty will be by shortly."
"Great," I said, taking the paper and pen.
I started filling out the job application. Name, address, previous
employment, school, etc. When I was done, I put the application back on
the counter.
While I was waiting for someone to take my application, I started pacing
the front of the store looking at various things. The ice machine, the
lottery machines, the newspaper rack. Then I saw a bulletin board with a
whole bunch of flyers.
I noticed a flyer with big block letters that said "$600 CASH." I read
the flyer. "Looking for people to participate in COVID Vaccine clinical
trials."
$600? We could certainly use that. I pulled off a tear-off tab that had
the phone number on it and put it on my pocket. Plus I would be doing
society a favor. A win for everyone!
A few minutes later a guy about my age appeared. He appeared to be the
manager, dressed in a corporate polo shirt. "Are you ready for an
interview today?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Follow me," he said, opening a door for me to walk through. We walked
up the stairs to what appeared to be an employees-only section of the
store. He led me to a small conference room and closed the door behind
us.
He scanned my job application.
"We have an opening for a stocker. If you can do that we can look into
training you as a cashier."
"Sure," I said. "How much does it pay?"
"$12 an hour."
12 an hour? The temp jobs I used to work paid much more than this. I
can't believe I have to accept this. You gotta take this Aaron. For
Kathy. "And when can I start?"
"You can start tomorrow afternoon," he said. "We have a number of open
shifts this week we can fill."
"That's great," I said straining to show excitement.
"Welcome to the team Aaron," he said. "This will have what you need to
know. What to wear on your first day, etc," He handed me an employee
handbook.
I walked out of the grocery store depressed. $12 an hour? I did the
math in my head. If I worked a full week, and a full week isn't
guaranteed, take out taxes and stuff, I'd be making under $500 a paycheck
every 2 weeks. Certainly not ideal. Barely enough for rent. But any
amount will help.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the clinical trial flyer's tear-
off tab. I can make $600 right now.
I returned to my car and pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number
on the paper.
The voice message said they were open right now and were taking new
participants. I plugged the address into my phone and started to drive
there.
* * *
I pulled up to an industrial complex. It did not look like a medical
complex at all. I got a little nervous. This is a little sketchy.
There were other cars in the parking lot, so maybe this wasn't so bad.
I found the right office and went inside. When I got to the waiting
room, there was a long line in front of a receptionist window. There was
large banner over it that read "COVID19 Vaccine Trials"
Ug. I don't want to wait in this line.
I noticed a person at an empty counter. I decided to see what that
window was for.
"Hi," I said to the woman behind the plexi-glass barrier. "What's this
window for?"
"This is for Trial 1350," she said. "Are you here for this one?"
This must be a different Covid vaccine trial. "How much did it pay
again?" I asked.
"$2000"
$2000! Hell yeah. This beats the $600 for standing in that long line.
"Yes! 1350! I'm here for this one," I said confidently.
She slid a clipboard under the plexi-glass. "Fill this out, return it to
me."
I filled out the form. Same stuff again. This time it asked me more
personal questions.
Height: 6'
Weight: 200lbs
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Hazel.
Have you had a flu shot in 2020? No
Have you had COVID19? No
Are you on HRT? No
Then a whole checklist of underlying medical history. Heart disease,
blood pressure, smoker. I checked 'No' for almost everything.
I found an info sheet titled "Trial 1350". I scanned it. Genetic
markers? Chromosome modification. All of this stuff went over my head.
Why can't they put this stuff in laymens' terms? Why can't they just
say, "Trying to find a vaccine for COVID19?"
Then I came to the waiver.
"I agree to..." Yawn. Don't care. I hate legalize. "We don't assume
responsibility for..." Yeah yeah, I get it, don't sue us.
I signed the waiver and brought it back to the counter.
"You may sit down," the receptionist said. "Your name will be called
shortly."
A few minutes later, a nurse poked her head through the door. "Aaron?"
"That's me," I said. I looked at the long line. Suckers.
I was escorted into an examination room. I sat there for about 5 minutes
staring at various wall decorations. A painting. A PhD degree. Various
artwork of atoms and DNA.
Just then a male doctor in his 40's came into the room. "Hi I'm Dr.
Fry," he said. "Thank you so much for volunteering for this trial."
"No problem," I said.
"May I ask if you're transgender?" he asked.
"What? No. I'm not Transgender." That was a weird question.
"Oh. OK," Dr. Fry said, looking a little disappointed and confused. "I
assume you've read up on what we're doing here right?"
"Yes I did." Granted I skimmed it, but I didn't understand it. "It
sounds very interesting. Very good for society." I was more interested
in the $2000 they're going to give me.
He picked up a long cotton swab. "You can take your mask off and open
up. I need to swab the inside of your mouth."
I took off my mask and opened up my mouth as he scraped the inside of my
cheek with the swab. He put that in a sealed container.
"What's that going to do?" I asked.
"That- is going to tell me what you had for lunch," he laughed. He
noticed I wasn't laughing. He cleared his throat. "Sorry. Doctor
humor. It will give me a baseline genetic profile," he replied in a more
serious tone. "This way we can compare any changes." He turned his back
to me and started opening some packages. "Are you afraid of needles?"
"Yes I am."
"OK. I need you to remove your shirt."
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.
Dr. Fry turned back around and took an alcohol swab and wiped up my upper
arm. "So some of our participants are getting the experimental drug.
Some are getting a placebo. This is a blind study, so I don't know which
one this is"
I nodded.
"Did you notice my art work up there?" he said. "I painted it myself."
I looked. It was a picture of a beach. "Yeah. I suppose. It's nice-
Ow!"
He stabbed me in the arm with a needle while I was distracted. He
removed the needle and wiped away any residual blood.
"OK. All Done," he said putting a small bandage on it. "You can put your
shirt and mask back on. Your arm will likely hurt the rest of the day.
I need you to come back on Friday so we can check the progress."
"Fine," I said putting my shirt back on and starting to button it up. "I
can do that." My arm hurt. I rotated it to see if I could get it to
stop hurting.
"Did you really paint that picture?" I asked.
"Hell no," he said. "I'm a doctor, I can barely sign my own name
legibly." He laughed again. "Here's my business card. When you come in
on Friday, come straight to the counter and ask for me. You can pick up
your check at the lobby."
The doctor escorted me out of the room and to the lobby. I walked back
up to the window I submitted the clipboard to. She handed me a check. I
examined it. It was made out to me. One Thousand Dollars.
I turned to the lady at the counter. "Only one thousand?"
"You get the other half when you return on Friday," she said.
"Oh OK," I said. I still got $1000, so I considered this a win!
* * *
I was excited to have this much money. First I stopped at the bank and
deposited the check into my bank account. I next stopped at the gas
station and filled up the rest of my car's tank. Finally I returned to
the grocery store where I picked up the rest of our shopping list that I
couldn't afford this morning.
When I arrived home it was late afternoon. Kathy wasn't home yet. I
decided to do my share of the chores around the house.
Around dinner time, Kathy came home and I greeted her at the door
excited. "Hey babe!" I said.
"Hey," she said. "How was your interview?"
"I got the job!" I said. "And I got a signing bonus! Let's order out to
dinner to celebrate!"
"That's awesome!" she said smiling. The first time I've seen her smile
in a long while. She gave me a hug and a kiss.
* * *
I did an online order for one of the local restaurants that UberEats was
affiliated with. I got a burger and Kathy got a caesar salad.
After dinner I was feeling great! The pain in my arm was gone. I
suddenly felt like I had a lot of energy. I wonder what was in that
drug.
"Thank you for dinner," Kathy said kissing me.
Wow, the moment she came in for a kiss I suddenly got really turned on.
Like really turned on. As if someone cranked up my libido.
I embraced her and continued kissing her.
"Wow, babe," she said. "Someone's happy to see me."
We didn't even bother going to the bedroom as we made love right there on
the couch.
After I came, Kathy was in a daze. "That was great babe. I know we both
needed that!"
I was still out of breath. But I smiled anyway. I got up and discarded
my condom into the trash and laid back down on the couch next to Kathy.
Kathy caressed my chest and rubbed against my penis again.
And I instantly got hard again.
Kathy raised her head. "Are you ready to go... Again? Wow."
I smiled and started kissing her and she started stroking me. I wrapped
my arms around her and grabbed onto her back.
"Ow," she said. "Your nails are digging into me."
I looked at my nails. They were definitely longer than I remember. I
may need to clip them later. I was interrupted as Kathy pushed me down
and sat on my lap as she played with my cock and then slid it into her.
The second orgasm was more intense. This was great. I never had this
much stamina before. I think I was ready for a 3rd round when Kathy fell
asleep curled up around me. I didn't feel like waking her up. So I
grabbed a blanket with my free arm and draped it over us.
Today was a great day. I feel like I just saved my relationship. I
drifted off to sleep.
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