Our lunchtime trade was starting to improve but it was months before it became substantial. On this occasion the bell was pointless as there was no-on... in the bar.Ivy went the other side of the bar to collect glasses, wipe tables and sweep the floor. I asked her to close the door whilst I bent to the task of cleaning the few remaining glasses. We did not warrant an automatic glass washer so made do with a brush scrubber unit mounted over the sink. When all was tidy and the till drawer stashed. I had just finished washing all the dishes, which is one of my regular chores, and thought I deserved a reward, so I reached for a cookie.“Hey!” she barked as she slapped my hand so hard that it felt like I’d been burned. “Those aren’t for you.” She picked up a cookie and bit it in half, happily chewing and swallowing. “Those are for ME. And for Kurt.”“K… Kurt? He’s back in town?”“Yeah. And he’s coming over for a visit in about an hour.” She popped the remainder of the cookie between her thick. The idea of watching people having sex was taking over me. There was plenty on the internet, but the interest for me was watching people I knew. The following day I installed a hidden camera in my bedroom and another in my secret room, I had considered putting one in each of my daughters’ bedrooms but thought that was decidedly perverted. The idea certainly excited me, but I just could not do it. The next day Debra rang about five pm, she had made a recording but could not get it up on the. Another son and a daughter soon followed and all her time was taken up with c***d care, running the k**s around and work. She had a good well paid job at a local hospital where she worked in the cardiac unit. Her husband was a bit of jerk who drank too much and chased every piece of skirt around and after he started to hit her she decided it was time to get rid of him and filed for divorce.In the meantime Steve had flourished and was now a senior systems engineer working for one of the major.