![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
~
Meredith said that she needs to cut down on her calls, holding off on the weekdays until after nine, the bargain hours. Monk is happy to see that she has to struggle a bit with this as she calls him a few times in the morning and noon. He bemoans the need to cut down, "You have me hooked on you, you are my drug." She says that he needs to get disability and buy Cingular cellphone service, so that he can talk to her for free and unlimited.
After her Memorial weekend of rock concerts, including Santana last night, she groans over the phone, more that usual, feeling the aches and pains of her hectic social life. Monk takes up the line about how it is too bad that nobody can give her a massage, with the suggestion that he wishes he could massage her. The idea appeals to her.
After the morning call, Monk enjoys a daydream in which he buys a massage book, and when he takes a trip to visit Meredith this summer, he surprises her with a competent and soothing massage. She likes it so much that she jumps on Monk's idea of having him instruct John in how to massage her. In addition to giving her the well-read book, he has John learning while doing by taking turns massaging her while he instructs him. As Monk massages her, he tells John that it is like making love platonically.
During the last call, while Monk is making his lunch, in a bid to further discussion, in light of his teasing of her reading of true crime books, he relates that Victor is also reading a true crime book. It turns out to be the same book that she has been trying to read, Murdered Innocents. Monk is stunned and bemused.
Today's calls were again on the cool side, but Monk still loves the connection and she is still calling. Romance and sex may not be a real possibility, but she fills some of the void of his life and it feels so damn good. The way he jumps and runs to the phone when it rings is poignantly comic - the puppet to the puppet master.
Meredith said that she needs to cut down on her calls, holding off on the weekdays until after nine, the bargain hours. Monk is happy to see that she has to struggle a bit with this as she calls him a few times in the morning and noon. He bemoans the need to cut down, "You have me hooked on you, you are my drug." She says that he needs to get disability and buy Cingular cellphone service, so that he can talk to her for free and unlimited.
After her Memorial weekend of rock concerts, including Santana last night, she groans over the phone, more that usual, feeling the aches and pains of her hectic social life. Monk takes up the line about how it is too bad that nobody can give her a massage, with the suggestion that he wishes he could massage her. The idea appeals to her.
After the morning call, Monk enjoys a daydream in which he buys a massage book, and when he takes a trip to visit Meredith this summer, he surprises her with a competent and soothing massage. She likes it so much that she jumps on Monk's idea of having him instruct John in how to massage her. In addition to giving her the well-read book, he has John learning while doing by taking turns massaging her while he instructs him. As Monk massages her, he tells John that it is like making love platonically.
During the last call, while Monk is making his lunch, in a bid to further discussion, in light of his teasing of her reading of true crime books, he relates that Victor is also reading a true crime book. It turns out to be the same book that she has been trying to read, Murdered Innocents. Monk is stunned and bemused.
Today's calls were again on the cool side, but Monk still loves the connection and she is still calling. Romance and sex may not be a real possibility, but she fills some of the void of his life and it feels so damn good. The way he jumps and runs to the phone when it rings is poignantly comic - the puppet to the puppet master.
