[ Sims 2 Stories ]
About 1 am, I found Zack standing by the mailbox. He kept talking about looking for his mothership. It was very cold and I managed to persuade him to come back inside.
By telling him the doctor wouldn't approve. He's scared of her.
A rare chance to clean up the shower room. I think this was at about 5am. If I wasn't an insomniac before I got here I certainly would be one now. One big bedroom, five beds and Mal's feet... Sorry, he's a nice guy, but his feet are soooo bad.
The doc stayed for an early breakfast and then left saying she would be back in a week to see if we had done the homework she had assigned each of us. I don't remember her giving me any homework, but she phoned me later that morning and told me I should go ahead and look for a job. "Nothing too stressful, though; remember this is by way of an experiment."
I found a job as a cement mixer. I always thought there were machines to do that but - it was a job. And I would earn a little money. Not that I would be allowed to go out and spend it.
I went to the bathroom; Shelly was crying in there and started to make me feel bad. Suddenly there were two Jocks. That was - wierd.
Sam wasn't really a perv, just nasty. He liked to hang around in the shower room and watch the girls shower. Well I was so dirty by now I had to pretend he wasn't there. But I couldn't ignore him and I got REALLY mad. My head felt odd and then there was a sort of bang.
Now this was two much. Two Sams! One of him was quite bad enough!
And of course they hated one another's' guts. The doctor had given me what she called a stress ball. I tried, but it didn't make Sam#2 go away... and there were still two Jocks as well.
The Sams continued to pick fights with one another. Well, that was better than the ventrilofarts they (or he?) had been doing to the rest of us!