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Wick felt someone tapping on his foot. His mind would have started to realize the sensation of his face pressing down into a pillow had the throbbing pain in his arm not announced itself to his mind once more.
"Wick, wake up!" he heard Lydia say.
In sluggish frustration he tried to kick back at her since it was surely her shoe covered foot she was using to nudge him.
"I have to go to work." she said in a tone that implied he should care for some reason.
"Take the bus and leave me alone." he finally said to her.
"No, you're not pulling this on me again. I'm going to be late. Get your ass up."
"No. Just take my car if you ..."
"I can't get busted with no license again. Now come on." she countered as she snapped the covers off of him, exposing him to the cooler air of the room.
"ARG! If I knew you were going to be such a pain I woulda never let you move in." He lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and then he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"You had to let me move in. I pay almost all the rent."
"My name's on the lease so it's my place."
"How are you going to afford this place with out me?"
"Not that again. Just go get me some coffee."
"I'm not your slave."
"And I'm not your chauffeur."
"I put your clothes on the chair. Get dressed and hurry up."
"I'd go a lot faster with some COFFEE."
"Cranky, cranky, cranky. You musta lost real bad last night."
"For your information we actually ..."
"I don't care. Just get dressed and get me to work."
With lots of yanking, pulling, and the promise of free coffee at her work; his sister finally got Wick to the car.
At the first red light Wick looked over at his sister who was looking down at the watch on her wrist. "For your information, we won last night."
"Told you, I don't care."
"You'll care when I start bringing in the big bucks."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"This is a real job. Why do you have to shit on it all the time?"
"Light's green."
Wick got the car going but wasn't going to give up. "This is how it goes. You start small and then ..."
"Wick, you play video games. That's goofing off not a job."
"It is a job."
"And I don't understand why you have to do that in the middle of the night. Can't you just play in the daytime like everyone else."
"Our best player ..."
"I know, I know. The girl in Sapporo."
"Stop doing that. He's a guy."
"Then why does he have a girl's name?"
"It's not a girl's name in Japan. You don't know anything."
"I know more about Japan than you."
"For your information ..."
"I don't care."
"Kanae was named after the famous battle during the second Punic war."
"I can't wait to get my license again."
"You and me both."
After they arrived and parked, Lydia went into the back of the building to clock in. Wick went up to the front door. Inside the building there was a waiting area by the receptionist counter. It was still too early for any real customers to be in there.
The place always made Wick think about how things are never perfect. There was always at least one little imperfection in something, somewhere. No matter which chair or sofa someone sat on in the waiting area, it would never be a perfect situation and there would always be something about another spot that would make that a bit better. Someone could go round and round, from seat to seat, just trying to get comfortable but never really pulling it off. Eventually someone had to decide to give up the better benefits of the other seats and stick to just the one to sit in.
Similarly, Emily, who was the young woman behind the receptionist counter, was very pretty but to Wick there was always just something off about her. She had vibrant red hair but Wick couldn't tell if it was the natural kind or if she dyed it. She was very pretty but she had freckles. On some days he decided the freckles were endearing but on other days he wondered how she put up with them.
Then there was the big thing in regards to Emily. He could never really tell if she liked him or not. He would never allow himself to like her if she didn't really like him. He saw her almost everyday when he brought his sister to work and half the time she acted like she might like him and the other half she acted like she was out of his league.
It probably wasn't fair but he often found himself comparing Emily to Lydia in looks. Lydia looked very similar to his mother and older sister. They all had slightly wavy brown hair with unremarkable brown eyes. What the women in his family lacked in colorful features they more than made up for in exceptional facial beauty. As a bonus to that, they were all naturally thin but the trade off there is that his sisters both had smaller breasts than a lot of other women around, including Emily. Emily's breasts were likely much more than a handful. Wick dared to think that perhaps she could be titty fucked like the girls in a porno. But then there was Emily's ass, which looked very appealing of course, but also made Wick wonder if she was destined to lose her figure and put on weight. Emily would likely have to be on a diet for her entire life to maintain her current figure.
"Hey." Wick said to Emily. "We had a big game last night."
"Really. Did you win?" she asked as she put her elbows on the counter and leaned closer to him.
"Sure did." Wick answered, trying to sound cool. "Want to hear about it?"
Just then Lydia came storming into the front area with a go cup of coffee in hand.
"Here's your coffee. Now go."
"He was just going to tell me about his game last night." Emily said.
"He was up all night chatting with his Japanese girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" Emily responded sounding shocked.
"It's not like that. Not girlfriend. Kanae is a guy. I keep telling you."
