36. Dear Jake, I hate you.

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Friday.

We managed to put off cleaning for almost a week. But we had to get to it eventually especially because were both almost out of clothes.

today i was wearing a blue dress blue ballet flats and a blue flower.

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After i brush my hair i unwillingly walk out into Jake's room.

"Alright I'm ready." I sigh.

Jake smiles. "Come on Mags we'll have it done in no time."

I look around the room there's clothes covering just about every inch covering anything else that might be on the floor.

"Okay."

"So I'll go grab laundry baskets." He says leaving the room.

I sit on the bed and wait for him to come back.

When he does he has three baskets.

He throws them on the ground separately then picks up a white shirt.

"This one will be whites." He throws in the shirt.

He picks up a red shirt. "This one will be colors."

He picks up a black shirt. "This one will be darks."

I nod my head. "Alright."

We start with the laundry throwing them into there separate baskets. when all the clothes are picked up there all higher then then the baskets.

We take them and start the washer starting with whites.

"Now time for a break." Jake says.

Before i can ask what he means. He picks me up by my butt and puts my on the washer. He walks over to the door and closes it.

We pull clothes out of the way and he grabs a condom out of his pants pocket before he shoves his pants down to his ankles.

"You planned this?" I ask as he positions himself.

"I'm always prepared for a quickie Mags." He shoves into me and i lean against him moaning.

He hides his face in my neck and I'm glad the washer is going to drown out are moans.

We finish at the same time and collapse against each other. After are breathing is back to normal I jump off the washer. I pull down my dress and pull my underwear up.

He pulls up his pants and boxers and grabs the shirt I had thrown on the ground.

We go back into the room and i'm about to make the bed when I realize how it reeks of sweat and sex. I take the sheets off and throw them into a pile on the floor along with the pillow case and blankets.

Jake is picking up the stuff on the top of the dresser when i start to pull stuff out from under the bed.

"Gross Jake."

"What?" He looks over at me.

I hold up numerous used condoms.

"Don't you throw these away?"

"I try too but we have sex so much it's hard to keep track of them all."

I laugh. "Maybe we should have a little less sex then."

Jake's face quickly becomes horrified. "Maggie I need you all the time!!!"

"All the time huh?"

"Yes."

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