Remembering the torture of the drive on the 4th, I was a bit smarter and took the big Mercedes with its automatic transmission. It didn’t make the t...affic any lighter, but it sure saved a lot of wear and tear on my left knee.Mom and Dad were at the door to greet us, and I almost died! Mom had looked lovely at Christmas, but nothing like she did that day. She was a truly outstanding beauty and, except for her white hair, might have had some difficulty being served a cocktail. She was utterly. Somewhere behind me someone cleared his throat. I turned as Levi made his way to where I stood. ‘Shouldn’t you be in the shower,’ I asked. ‘I want you to shower with me.’ He took an unruly section of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. My cheeks burned. ‘Oh… Okay…’ ‘You know where to meet me.’ He brushed his lips against mine and walked away. ***** I walked to the building where we slept, made it to my room, and lay my clothes out for after my shower. I undressed, wrapped myself in a large. He smiled and felt his dick growing with fresh excitement as he wondered what her house looked like, and grinned when he realized he would be seeing her bedroom very soon now.A car pulled in front of him, jarring him from his thoughts. He waved to the driver, and continued riding, keeping his attention on the road. But memories of Marie soon filled his mind again.He turned left at Jackson Street and started reading house numbers on the mailboxes. "8210... 8212... 8214..." His heart started. Soon, as I had hoped, Michael arrived to survey the scene. He appeared to be impressed and, after the act was over, made his way to Sue and invited her back into another wing of the house for a smaller "more select soiree." To my consternation, however, Peter also asked Sue about Michael. I wasn't sure how he'd made the connection between her and his missing steward, but Sue handled herself beautifully. She told Peter that she and Michael were acquainted and that Michael had left instructions.