It was exploratory. What do they like? But more important ... what gets left on the plate?Sunny side up was the cats favorite leftover. The buttered o...en browned, thymed potatoes were well received for a few months. The capers weren’t ... in anything. Kippers ... not so much either, I loved them but the girls? Another tidbit for the cats.What eventually became my staple breakfast were Omelets. Omelets allowed me all manner of leeway. Crumbled sausage, bacon, mushrooms, red and green bell. I have always imagined you with me in bed while masturbating. I wanted to tell you that, and that’s why I told your dad to send you.Me: What? (I was pretending to be innocent. But I liked that, and my heart started beating faster) Means?He: Yes, I am bi-sexual.Me: Really?He: Please don’t tell this anyone. I never had gay sex, but I liked the boys. I imagined them.He came closer and tried to kiss me. I pulled back myself.He: I am sorry. It’s just. I am sorry.He stood up and tried to go away. I. Even though he'd come up my ass moments earlier, the bastard's meat was still pointing straight at us, hard and big as ever."You've made a mess on my weapon today girls, now I need cleaning up to make me real happy."We looked up into his dark eyes as he gave us both a long once over, deliberately exaggerating his right to eye us up because in his eyes we were just white trashy girlie playthings for him, and he was the man who could do as he pleased with us. He fixed his gaze upon me, and nodded. I would then take my Queen to dinner; tonight would be Italian as my Queen would have the cheese-stuffed ravioli and grilled chicken. To drink, I would have a bottle of Apothic Inferno, the wine that is aged in Whiskey Barrels from 2017. For the end of dinner, I would have strong, espresso, and tiramisu for Her. For myself, I would order a ribeye and water. I eat a limited diet, almost carnivore. The water is because I don’t drink when I serve my Queen as her driver. After dinner, I would.