I woke with my usual morning wood. I jacked off like I often did and before long my cock came in the way I was used to. Nothing was any different, and yet I couldn't believe that Runt had returned it the way it was. I wondered if maybe I should have taken him up on the offer to make a few adjustments. Maybe if I'd gone for a little size improvement or whatever I wouldn't have to worry about it.
I was dreading getting up and encountering Runt again, but when I finally did I was surprised to find the sofa was empty. On the coffee table was a note. I picked it up.
'Thanks for lettin me stay over,' it read. 'I'll get out of your hair now. But as a last thanks, here's a parting gift.'
At the bottom of the note was a phone number. At first I thought it might Runt's, and I didn't really want to call him. But why would he call that a gift? My curiosity got the better of me, so I picked up my phone and dialed.
'Hello?' answered a woman's voice.
'Meredith!?' I spluttered.
Meredith was a regular at the Diner. She came in almost every other morning. She was short, with long dark hair and big, blue eyes. She always wore these cute little beanie hats, always in bright colours and never the same one twice. For a long time, I'd had the biggest crush on her, but she didn't even know my name. How had Runt known about her?
'Oh hi!' she said, sounding pleased to speak to me. 'I guess your checking if we're still on for tonight?'
'Tonight?'
'Meet at seven? At your Diner?'
'Um.' Did we have... a date? 'Sure!'
'Great! I'm looking forward to it!'
She hung up.
For a moment, I was stunned. Runt had somehow got me a date with Meredith. Had he impersonated me or something?
Then all my worries evaporated. I had a date!