Something had awakened him. What was it? He heard a noise upstairs. Was Melody home? Something made him creep carefully up the stairs. He heard voices... but they were coming from Mark's room, not Melody's. He crept closer. The door was closed, but there was light coming out from under it. He could almost hear the voices clearly now. One was female. He put his ear to the door."Mel, NO! You're crazy! He's right down stairs. And he KNOWS Mel!"That was Mark talking, and he was using his pet name for. We also discussed getting him a house instead of him living in the back of the store. I thought it was a good idea, as it’d also provide more space for merchandise and storage.”“Does he have any kin to leave the store to when he dies?”“I don’t think so. He lost his only son in the same battle where Angus was killed.”“Then the store is his ‘baby.’ I don’t want fights with him over policy decisions, or the direction we may take the store. If he can live with that, then I think it’d be good to. She couldn't take her eyes off you. For that matter, neither could Kristen who didn't seem to mind a bit. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't feel that way if my dear husband suggested something like that. Did you drink a magic potion or something?" Definitely not a potion. I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable."Chelle walked over and gave me a huge hug. "If you're happy and somehow convinced both of them to be happy, then I'm happy for all three of you. Surprised. Jealous maybe, but happy for. “And you as well, Sara. Do you guys need some help getting your stuff in?”“That would be really great, Mr. Green,” Sara said as she climbed from the car. Her short skirt lifted a little as she got out, flashing Steve with a quick view of the bottom of her naked ass cheeks. “Definitely a thong girl,” Steve thought, losing the battle with his hard on. He quickly grabbed a few of the girls’ bags and, covering his noticeable bulge, helped them get all of their belongings upstairs into Anne’s.