“If you don’t remember you’re going to have one very sore ass.” Jamie laughed and went through the swinging doors to the bar.
* * * *
Tuesday afternoon
“Here’s your lunch, Sir. I brought up two turkey clubs with bacon and avocado and pickles and chips. I have two large sodas. Do you want any dessert?” Jamie asked Bull, treading lightly
“When you take down the dishes, you can bring me back some rice pudding with sugar, cinnamon, and whipped cream. You may have some too if you want. It doesn’t look like you’re gaining any weight, so this once a sweet wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Excuse me, Sir. You’re telling me what I can eat?” Jamie was wide eyed and indignant.
“You belong to me for however long this lasts. While you are in my care, your health is my responsibility. That means you don’t eat too much sugar. You’re like Brian; sugar makes you bounce off walls.” Bull had a pinched look about his mouth that boded trouble for Jamie if he pushed this too far.