I found Gretchen already up and sipping her coffee. Her robe from last night was replaced by sweatpants and a ragged tee shirt proclaiming the benefit... of aromatherapy. I had to remind myself not to jump her bones, because she was looking way too sexy. Her bare feet tapped on the stone floor to an oldie playing on the stereo: Jimi Hendrix asked me to excuse him while he kissed some guy. Okay, I know he said ‘kiss the sky’, but I like my story better. ‘Morning, sleepy! It’s already eight am!’. I knew that I could either dry my almost non-existent hair and do my makeup, or I could drink a cup of coffee. Since I promised not to run over any more kids while they waited for the school bus, I opted for the coffee.When I drove into the parking lot of Ed's converted service station, my hair, if it had been longer, would have been a rat's nest, and my face looked like that of a corpse, but I was on time. It was a good thing too, since Michael drove in right behind me."There you are, I was. He turned looking at Tom as he pointed to a door. ?Let’s get you situated.? Tom waited as James opened a door. He’d booked adjoining rooms. Tom stepped in the other room where there was also a king size bed. To sat the luggage on the floor. James looked at the two bags and leaned over and touched one of the bags. ?Which one of these belongs to Jocelyn?? ?That’s her bag on the left, James.? James picked up Jocelyn’s bag and put his hand on the door knob. ?I think you’ll be comfortable in. She had no plans to leave the house today anyway, so the bra was really unnecessary.Her finger brushing across the still damp crotch of her panties as she picked them up to take them downstairs reminded her of her toy, still sitting uncleaned on the nightstand. So much for my day of doing nothing. I'm starting it out with doing laundry and cleaning George, she thought with a chuckle.With the first load of laundry started, she returned upstairs to fetch the alcohol and clean her vibrator,.