In a way, that was strangely depressing.Brett, Eric, and Laurie arrived in late June while I was on the road and I had not yet really welcomed them. I...decided it was time to act as if I were actually the Patrón and arranged to have dinner with them. I talked to Rose and we decided we should have dinner with all the dormitory residents. I'd cook it in the studio kitchen and we'd serve there. We had to count up how many we had now."Uh ... Brian?" Pam said as I was bustling about the kitchen just. I grabbed a baseball bat and went to see what was going on. Since the front windows are still covered with paper, I had to open the door to see who was there. A woman in high heels, short red hip loving skirt, and light blue blouse, black form fitting leather jacket, red hair and green eyes was standing there, dancing from one foot to the other. I opened the door and asked her what she needed and she said her car had gotten a flat and she really needed to use the restroom and call a tow. ”“Hey, if we’re just going to stay in, we could always get some cleaning done.”“Shut up. I’m not spending my weekend being your maid.”I laughed and stroked her long hair.Fortunately, Chloé was a willing participant in my hypnosis fetish, indulging me gamely from the first time I had told her about it. And she had proved to be a wonderfully susceptible and supple subject. I never tired of the way she looked when I took her into a deep trance.As we spooned together in bed that night, I began. The smoke alarm went off (no, not from the kiss, the pan of bacon grease was still on the burner), and he busied himself removing the battery while I took the pan off the stove. We were laughing hysterically, and when we finally had everything out of the panic mode, he kissed me yet again, then scooped me up in his arms and carried me back into the bedroom. He had been wearing the same bath towel I had put on the night before, but we made short work of it, as well as the slinky robe that I had.