2020-08-13 - Texts or Evidence?

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Are you super busy? Should I flash you?

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Hold on.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : (After a few moments) Feel free to flash away.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : What are you up to? Besides undressing?

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : IMG: (The pause gave Lilith ample time to prepare because the following image pops onto his screen fast-- she's in front of the mirror, holding her phone to snap the image reflection. The other hand is tugging up her camisole and the built in shelf-bra of lazy ease she's wearing around home, very much flashing her tits Mardi Gras style with a proud grin... at least she warned him. It might have sounded like a joke, but he knows better than to doubt Lilith's teasing daring.)

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Now you hold on, lemme re-shelf these lovelies.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : (doesn't take long) Secured. I have a question. Multiple ones. Like the orgasms you give me!

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Wow. You really know how to make a guy's day better. Lovely.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : It was a bonus to be standing under the AC vent, I admit...

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Anyway. For your birthday brunch... mother. Yay or nay?

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Take your ti... (He continues rather than backspacing) That was quick. (Another several minutes of pause without backspacing) I'll ask if she feels up to entertaining the idea.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Is she mad we got engaged? Should I be prepared for that? I haven't seen her since it happened. Does she know?

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Why would she be upset that we're engaged? Don't worry about it. And she knows.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Because of that side-eye she gives us when we look too happy together. Not that it matters either way. She's good at the barbs, so I was just wondering if I'd catch any.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Moving on, though... the day BEFORE your birthday, can you work a half day?

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : I don't think she has anything against you, Lil.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : And I set my own schedule. I'm sure I can give myself time off.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I love it when you remind me you're the boss. Not that I'm not the boss too, but that's different.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I was thinking we'd have drinks somewhere together the evening before, but...

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : To relax and unwind before I have to wear that plastic smile at the brunch?

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Correct. But I have an estate evaluation that one of the customers asked me to do and it may take a while. It's a few towns over, do you want to drive out after going home to change? I'm sure there's drinks somewhere.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Sure, I can do that. If there's time to spare before you're done, I might even try to get some business done.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : I know. I told you that I'd cut my work short.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Anything else you want me to pick up before I head out? I'll ask again before I leave.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Nah, we'll play it fast and loose.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : And I know how to get you off the phone or work-things when I reeeeeally wanna, so. Not worried about it.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : I'll admit, you know all of my weaknesses. You know how to press every single one of my buttons.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Good. I'm going to find more buttons too, trust that.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : There was something else I was going to... hm. Let me think.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : OH. Did you get that new set of scans? (again)

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Finally. We either have the most incompetent hospital staff in the world, because it's laughable about how terribly they do their jobs. Or lose things. Or take days off. But yeah, I got it.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Anything weird or troublesome? I mean, I can look later, too. Just want to make sure you aren't dying with as many ridiculous times as it took.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I need time to get you to sign over your stuff, see.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Unfortunately for you, Miss Winslow, I am not dying any time soon. There's also nothing concerning about it as far as the medical staff is concerned. Which means that it came back completely normal.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : You know if someone does happen to me. You'd be best to clear these messages.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I can do better than that, watch this...

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : DEAR BIG BROTHER: I HEREBY STATE I AM NOT PLANNING ON KILLING BYRON DAVID THORNE. 🙁

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Think they'll believe that?

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : I'll sign my name as witness to this statement.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : We're rock solid contract safe now.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I'll let you work now, I don't think I remember anything else I was going to say.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : What do you want for dinner this weekend, though? I need to shop, should plan ahead.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : Actually, some steak and wine sounds excellent. I was thinking of maybe a steak lunch, but I'll hold off on that.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : I'll get a steak so thick, it'll be impossible to cook through. It'll have all the blood. Rawr.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Blood. Hey. Remember when I switchbladed you in bed? winkmoji

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : That's the first time that I was ever excited about being cut open like that. I mean, besides your sharp fingernails.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Masterful timing. I'm a big deal. Keep thinking about that the rest of your work day, hm? It'll fly right by.

(TXT to Lilith) Byron : I hope so. I have a big meeting today. I'll be thinking of you, hon. See you tonight.

(TXT to Byron) Lilith : Text me when you're on your way. Love you madly.