Meriwether was the first to arrive. She was dressed casually, and her hair was secured behind her head by a yellow ribbon. Even carrying twenty extra ...ounds, she was all woman. ‘Don’t you ever stop, Mr. Driver?’ she asked, looking concerned when she saw the droplets of sweat mixing with the dust as they rolled down my face. ‘Do you know anything about oriental rugs, Ms. Meriwether?’ She turned up her nose. ‘They need a good vacuuming.’ ‘The vacuum cleaner is upstairs. It’s an old Hoover, but. “I can make this as pleasant for you as I can, but if you wish I can put up a privacy screen,” I offered.“No, this can be my penance,” she replied firmly, tears still falling.“As you wish, Bonsarr,” I replied and kissed her lips, ignoring her grief ridden tear mottled face.“Oh...” she sighed as my ability got to work.“Relax as best you can,” I said softly.“Mmmmm,” was all I heard as I kissed her again, feeling her both relax and become more responsive to my touch.Gentle caresses followed the. Oh, and you live with me now, so bye-bye parents or whatever. Your sweet Italian ass is now mine,” I ordered everyone present.I then called home and told Jen, “Leave Vicky with Pam and Grace for now. Grab Cheryl, Jess, and Jamie. Call Carl and Roxanne next. Have them take off early and meet me at this address (the fast food place). It’s a fast food place, so we’ll have plenty to eat for free for our first service. You see, I’ve decided to get into amateur porn and organized religion at once.. She said she had driven the girls in on the Mass Pike, that she and her mother were going to be helping out at home until Paul could get things settled. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek she offered, and they headed for the parking garage. Thirty miles westbound out the Pike and they were at the house of a thousand dreams. Winter had held on longer than usual, the maples and oaks were just now filling out in the pale sun-dappled greens of spring. The house looked as it always had, white.