“Until” That was the probem. He assumed she’d want to ... some day. Still, she was naked, and in the shower and, as he had promised, nothing was...happening that she hadn’t approved in advance.She finally let the hot water wash the stress out of her body, and then stood with her head under the streams of water, imagining that her mistrust of him was being washed out too.She felt so good when she got out that she did what she thought of as being “dangerous” and put on only her thick terrycloth. Listening to his litany of lewdness, she felt deeply humiliated and that was the magic ingredient she so desperately needed to stir up her honey pot into a boiling puddle of pussy pudding ready to erupt at any moment. His obscene words hit her right in the gut and she loved the way his vulgarity made her feel deep down in her soul. Linda only had one thought at that time. It was that Matt the sexual powerhouse and magician of orgasmic delight needed a new partner and that there was none better. She looked at me seriously."I won the toss. I got to come in here and try to get you into our room," she giggled again. For some reason, my eyes were wet again. I was touched by the concern of these two girls. Kim held my hand and pulled me gently towards their room."Come on, come talk with us. You don't need to be alone right now," she said softly. I resisted."I need to watch over Megan, in case she wakes up. Cire warned me not to leave her alone for even a second," I insisted. Kim pulled me. Soon he’s back in the bedroom starting the prep work needed before painting can start. By nine o’clock the taping, plastering, and sanding is complete. The outlet covers are removed and the tarps are laid out to protect the carpet that will be in the trash in two days, but that’s the way Richard is… anal. Sunday’s work is done. He gets another beer from the refrigerator and plops himself in his lounge chair in front of the TV and after only one sip of the beer he’s sound asleep. **********.