Thinking about the history of this room, I called a mattress company to bring a new one and remove the old one.“Fresh start!” I said aloud.The gir...s arrived home not long after.“Empty handed?” I asked, surprised.“It’s being delivered in a few hours.” Candace explained.“Makes sense.” I laughed.“We’re gonna hit the hot tub. Wanna come?” Cassie asked.“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.”I ran upstairs and changed. Naturally I was the first one in the water. I didn’t understand why it took women so. The floor material was firm and yet cushiony, textured without being rough, and soft while feeling smooth. I could already imagine throwing a woman down and fucking her on this floor without worrying about rugburn or sore knees.The furniture was all custom. There wasn't an obvious couch in sight. There were, however, many, many cushions and geometric objects around. The largest pieces could be considered couch-shaped as they had a flat sitting surface and a cushioned backrest. But it was clear. Through our jobs we knew how to contact each other, but never did again.I had become involved in the development, design and construction of a huge chip plant in upstate New York. Half way through construction they were bought by a firm from Norway and decided to expand the operation to twice our original design. I was given an office and a team to work on the site to develop the expansion to adjacent land. I came up with a plan to connect both buildings with a bridge over the 4 lane highway. . like ... I don’t know...”“Sleazy?”“I was thinking more like, the worst thing in the world, punishable by death ... along those lines.”Kelly laughed out loud.“Hardly. Look, for one thing, you’ll never get judged by me for anything. You probably know that already. My next tattoo might be, ‘live and let live’ or something like that. As long it’s consensual and everybody involved is capable of deciding for themselves, I’m good with it; whether or not I would do it. So, brothers and sisters or.