"Well, more explicit." Then he and turned to the stove, cracked the eggs and starting them to cooking, leaving me in peace to decide whether to give i... to my curiosity or not in privacy.Swallowing hard, I closed the notepad and set it aside. I badly wanted to look but I didn't feel like I should. It felt like invading his thoughts and fantasies. I'd look once I felt more comfortable with him.A few minutes later, he set an omelet in front of me and sat down, eyeing the notebook. "Well?"I took a. I know what’s bothering you.”Joan spoke up then, too; also not asleep. “I do, too.”He sat on the edge of the bed and both women joined him on either side, their nakedness pushing against his in love and support.Grace said, “Dave, she’s a widow. She’s grieved and is grieving, and she’s lonely. Think what a heaven on earth this place is for a person like that. We love her. We put no holds on her other than to hopefully love us back, which she does. She’s still a sexually vibrant person.”Joan. Of course, I told them no. I didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to dogsit Tallos. But after being reassured that the dog could be kept outside and that all I needed to do would be to visually check on him two or three times a day and make sure his water and food dispensers were kept full, I reluctantly relented. The brothers left on Friday, and everything went fine for the first few days . . . Tallos minded his business, and I minded mine. However, Monday morning, I noticed Tallos. Faith watched as Kathryn struggled to manage her new equilibrium. “Are you okay?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Do you want more?”“No, Mistress.”“If I decide that you deserve more, can you handle it?”After a brief pause, she answered, “Yes, Mistress.”“Thank you for being honest. You’ve been obedient, and for now I won’t change anything, but I might later. Do you still need to come?”“Please, please, please, Mistress, let me come.”“Absolutely not.”“Oh god... “ she whispered.“While appreciated, that’s not how.