It was almost noon when I got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and ran the brush through my curly auburn hair a couple of times before heading out...to the kitchen. I was wearing a little camisole top and a pair of boy shorts, but was pretty sure I was the only one in the house. My mom and step-dad were both at work, my older sister Chloe was off at some church retreat for the week, and I was sure my step-brother Brian was off with his friends somewhere. Brian usually lived with his mother,. Finally I gave her a beer, waited. I was used to her, she always did put all her thoughts together before she opened her mouth. Finally. ‘Are you still mad?’ Fuck. No shit. ‘Yea, I am still pissed off.’ ‘I really am sorry.’ Oh, sure. The dickhead is still hanging around, no doubt they are still at it, and she is ‘sorry.’ ‘Oh, bullshit.’ Patti got up and came over and sat beside me, I could smell the wisp of perfume on her. Her hand settled on my leg, it hit me she was in the mood. At this. New girl got to ride up front, and the other three piled into the back. I pulled out a live show tape and popped it into the cassette deck and we rolled on out of there.The way the van's sound system was set up, there were two speakers right behind the front seats pointing aft and two more sets in the back door pointing forwards, plus the ones in the front doors. New girl watched the crowd as we inched our way past Henry J. Kaiser Auditorium and we talked. She was supposed to meet someone there. The day started as normal, Pauline in her now accustomed place, swallowing away, the video we watched yesterday was very stimulating, very stimulating indeed, and encouraged Pauline to accept me again in her ass.When I'd finished, and Pauline was licking her lips, we got up and showered, I let Pauline cook breakfast, as I sorted out the lessons for today, the girls had responded well to the mistress/slave routine, and Sandra seemed to be happy with hers anyway. I was starting to wonder how.