...November...
'I do believe I may be foolish for trying to write my thoughts to paper, but I find the old habit hard to dismiss. I have found myself in the care of two others, though they try their hardest to make me feel included. The world does seem darker and more alone than the past ones I have traveled to, I find myself wishing for the warmth again.'
Crames closed the cover of his journal in frustration, the audible clap of the cover and previous pages dotting the end of his writing for the night. Looking out of the window at the cold sky, he could see the shuttles like stars streaking across the canvas of space. The snow was beginning to fall, sparsely throughout but leaving little white edges to the portions of grass and curbs lining the sidewalk.
He wasn't sure how long he would be plagued, but it came again, that grievous cold feeling that gripped his chest. Twisting his lips as he felt the pain of loneliness reminding him that he was left behind.
He began to weep once more.
...December...
'I have asked for the help of my concerned care giver, he was reluctant at first. But once I pleaded my case under the basis of trying to further my options for the future and pure curiosity, he gave into my request. Though my friends Jerec and Tuegrin care deeply for me, I cannot divulge the fact that I know why I was left behind. I intend to change that, for the future I find myself dreaming of.'
Crames stood to close the blinds, looking out and observing the several inches of white fluff that now adorned the quaint neighborhood. The happy glow of multicolored lights wrapping around the handrails and balconies as the people who populated it wished good tidings and fortune to those around them.
He closed the blinds, turning to then cross the room and ensure the door to his bedroom was locked. Then sitting at the desk again, he reached down to open the drawer closest to the bottom.
He gripped the purple thing in his nervous fingers, putting it on the desk and looking down the rubber length of it. He gulped, throat still sore from his previous practice, but desperate want telling him to persevere.
He leaned to it, parting his lips and letting the outrageous colored phallus enter his maw. Steadying himself as he felt it near the back of his throat, his stomach curling as a gag wracked his body and elicited spit to drool down the length.
Yanking his mouth away and staring at it, 'I'll do it.' He thought to himself, 'I'll do it for you.'
He drove his head back down, suppressing the gag and trying with an iron like will to allow the head of the rubber cock to break through. Passing his throat barrier and providing the comfort she demanded.
...January...
'I have once again requested the help of my friends, asking for employment opportunities and finding them eager to assist. Though they still request nothing in the form of payment for housing, they do ask that I be more open to leaving the home for activities. I will abide their request, but I will also pool my earnings, as I know she would appreciate me paying my own way.'
Crames finished his journal entry and rested the pen on the now closed cover, thinking of his new job he had at Cargo Crafts. He was unable to fly a shuttle or be an on-board engineer, but due to his eagerness to work and reliable demeaner they had plenty of jobs he could perform.
The one they assigned was, 'Shuttle Wash Crew', offering decent pay and a friendly working environment. He was finding the nervousness he felt was seeping away and being replaced with content joy as he scrubbed the shuttle panels and exterior components.
He did find an odd warmth to cleaning Jerec and Tuegrins shuttle though, feeling like an elder was cheering him on even when no one was around. He figured it must be due to his friends piloting the craft and always making sure to show their appreciation for his work.
Crames smiled with content as he reached for the training tool he kept in the lowest drawer of his bedrooms desk. Removing it and placing it on the wooden surface so he could complete his routine for the night in preparation for his future.
Allowing the drool to spill from his lips and coat the head, smearing it along the shaft and admiring the glisten it now had. He paused to remember her, the beastly thing that invaded his thoughts from time to time.
Lowering his head he began, not letting an ounce of trepidation show as he encapsulated half of it in a short time. Moaning as he imagined her pawing at him, his own pants becoming tight as he squeezed his eyes shut and thought of her.
'Yosha.'
...February...
'I found myself under the stare of quite a fearsome patron in Jops shop, I cannot deny, it did bring a reminiscing feeling inside.' Crames thought back to earlier in the day.
*
Walking down the sidewalk and seeing the snow melting, the merry season that had been on everyones mind now melting away. He was sure they would see a few more bouts of snow, but soon they'd be in the revival season as foliage and warmth took the land again.
He felt happy in that moment, reaching for Jops door and opening it, wondering what she would think if she was here.
He looked up and felt his own being freeze, wanting to curl in on himself as he wasn't sure of what to say.
Her pink eyes, burning once again.
He had seen it from time to time, the large woman with the vivacious pink eyes that seemed to be able to find him with ease. She would never approach him, only sparing a moment to glare her anger at him before turning to leave for somewhere he assumed was far from him. Now here they were, burning into him in such a small space, his body becoming hot as sweat pricked and he felt his knees cower.
"Rappashae." Jop said quietly.
The one named Rappashae could barely grasp her own name on the air, seeing the man she had discovered was now named Crames. Standing in the shop Jop owned and made all her dresses in, the small mans tented and nervous brow looking up to her. As if to plead something in fear before turning his head down.
"Rappashae."
Rappashae turned her head to look at Jop, seeing the man was giving her a knowing look with pursed lips. Clearing her throat and picking up on his signal she put her head down in shame, feeling embarrassed by herself.
"Rappashae, this is Crames, have you two met?" Jop asked, looking at Crames and seeing the man was also looking away in what must be embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry, once before, you accompanied Jerec to the bank, correct? I'm- My name is Rappashae." She said, trying to put on a calm smile as she looked at him again.
Crames forced a smile, wondering if he had angered her still, "Um- I'm Crames. Yes, I was with Jerec, at the bank."
Jop smiled and shook his head, "Rappashae, would you like to try on the piece I made for you?"
Rappashae looked at Jop, her eyes asking if he was serious as she wasn't amused by the question. "No Jop, you've always hit the mark before, I believe you-"
"Nonsense, I don't believe I did this one justice and I'd really like to ensure it was done correctly."
*
Crames touched the pen to his journal again, 'I do wonder if I have misinterpreted her anger for her resting demeaner. It would be cruel of me to judge someone based on not being fully informed of their character.'
He couldn't help but remember the piece Jop had insisted she try on, asking Crames to wait as he seemed to have misplaced the jump suits he was mending. After several moments he couldn't help but turn to look, seeing the dressing rooms heavy curtain open and the single occupant emerge.
Her figure had him speechless, one could almost say she was hourglass, but this seemed cruel as she looked timeless in elegance and beauty. Wide hips that curved to a well-kept waist, her bust trapped behind the fine black fabric and hidden with heartbreaking modesty. Where women of her endowment may seek to let the cut of the dress come low and allow the wanting eyes to ogle and dream. Hers was well hidden away, a high collar that wrapped around her neck and didn't allow anyone from the front to view her gracious attributes. It had long sleeves that clung to her arms form, coming down and lining the back of her hand to wrap around her middle finger and hold the sleeve in place.
Crames didn't realize the swell of life his lower self was receiving, remembering how she wore a high heel that added another six inches of height. Her figure already powerful, now tipped with grace as her vicious gaze still pierced his memory.
He quickly brushed the thought away, 'I will meet her again as I do have to open a bank account now. As there are things I wish to purchase over the internet, finding to do it in person would be too shameful.'
......
Crames felt his face was so hot as he tried to fill out the form to open a new checking account. His hands were clammy, and he was sure she would be judging him with her harsh stare once again, glancing up though. He saw a look of worry on her face, he snapped his head down, filling in the rest and trying his best to not let his flustered self misspell his own name.
Rappashae leaned closer, her arms folded underneath her breast as she tried to ensure he was filling it out correctly. "Todays date is 2-23." She said carefully, seeing him hesitate on the question as he tried to remember.
"Uh-Y- yea, thanks." Crames whispered.
Rappashae could see he was flustered, his head down and diligently working on the document. "Have you ever had a checking account before?"
Crames shook his head, "No."
"Well I'm happy you decided to work with us, we have several ATMs and we are GDIC insured of course. You'll also receive a savings account that will gain interest and you'll be able to walk out with a debit card today." She said in a caring tone.
"Ok, that's good." Crames said, feeling a little easier from her kindness.
"If you have any questions or would like to discuss options for other accounts or retirement you can call me anytime." Rappashae said.
Crames smiled, "Thank you."
"Can I give you my contact information?" Rappashae asked.
Crames flinched, "Uh-"
"Oh, my business contact information, I can give you a card?" Rappashae said, holding up a business card in offering.
Crames felt slightly foolish, "Yeah, I'll take one." He responded, taking the card from her with a meek smile.
...March...
Crames whimpered, biting his lip as he tried to figure out the rhythm. The muscles in his legs burning as he didn't want to disappoint.
The box of goods purchased from the online store sat open in the corner, the colonic cleaners he had ordered open and used. Ensuring he was clean and ready, his rear was out of practice, but he had started slow with the dilators and made sure to pay close attention for pain.
