All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

**TRIGGER WARNING - Recollections of domestic abuse. Read at your own discretion.*** “Come on, Jorge. You promised that you would go jogging with us,” I say, pulling on his hand as I try to get him off the couch. “Girl, if you don’t let go of my arm,” he scolds, but there’s no heat to it. He just really doesn’t want to go with us. “Watcha gonna do? Huh? Can’t even get your lazy ass off the couch to come with us,” Andie says, smacking his ass as she walks by to get her running shoes. “Please, baby,” I plead. “Come with us. It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise.” He has no idea that I have a surprise planned for us. Andie and I both have insertable vibrators inside of us and I have a vibrating cockring for him. And a “playlist” of specific vibrations for our route. Right when we hit a certain spot on our routine, it’ll get to the point where I know our boyfriend won’t be able to take it anymore and we can have our first public sex as a throuple. But the asshole won’t get o

I knew that it was going to take Jorge a little while to be able to keep his promise. I’m not unreasonable. He needed to hire someone and then train them. Actually, he found a driver fairly quickly. One of our friends, Angel, had just been laid off from his job, so he took the shifts quickly. And Jorge found a commercial kitchen that he could rent out part time so that he didn’t take over our entire house and he could bake all day to get orders out. That was six weeks ago. He’s had plenty of time to be able to reduce his hours, especially since two days of that were spent driving. Has he? Nope. You would think that after that big dramatic scene that we dealt with, how upset Jaime was, how pissed off I was, that Jorge would understand that he can’t keep doing this. You would think that he would understand that, even though he has a new business, that he has to make time for us as well. It’s not happening. I’m willing to give him a little more time to get it unde

Andie looks between Jaime and me and seems to immediately know what’s going on. She’s always had that ability. To take a situation in at a glance and know exactly what is going on. I guess that’s what makes her so good at programming. And at calling me on my bullshit. Ever since the day that I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie has been more aloof with me. I guess she realized that the promises that I made to her and Jaime, while heartfelt and genuine, weren’t ones that I could keep. I feel like the time that I managed to get after that was more for Jaime’s benefit than Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. She’s given me more rope than I deserve. But it seems that it was just enough for me to hang myself with. “How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks. I stare at her, surprised at how calmly she can address this. Jaime is the one that answers. “I’ve told him that he isn’t treating us like priorities an

It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our break up, Jorge was gone by the time Andie and I woke up. He had packed a bag and left a note saying that he would be in and out while Andie and I were at work over the coming week. He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It was a place that his dad used as an office and that one family member or another would crash at when they were in the dog house with their wives or girlfriends. Not a bad place, but also not a place for someone with as successful a business as Jorge’s. Unfortunately, with COVID still pretty bad, Jorge has elected to stay in a place where only family has been until things blow over a bit. Trying to decide what belongs to who out of our stuff over text is difficult. I had honestly thought that Jorge was the one. The guy that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie

Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love