Chapter 41

“Your turn to cook. Sleepyhead.” Cindy’s voice said softly in Theresa’s ear.

She opened her eyes and Cindy kissed her softly.

“Come on. Let’s shower together and then I’ll help you.” Cindy coaxed.

Theresa nodded and headed for the bathroom. Cindy seemed to sense something and gave her a little bit of privacy while she made the bed. When she heard the toilet flush she entered the bathroom and joined Theresa in the shower. They soaped each other and squirmed together as usual. Theresa slowly coming awake from the water and sexual energy that built up. Cindy didn’t release that energy ... she figured Theresa would be getting enough release over the next few days. She actually hoped to herself. But time would tell.

They toweled each other dry and then teased and combed their hair under the blow dryer. Theresa stopped to brush her teeth, Cindy had brushed before she woke Theresa.

Cindy moved to the wardrobe. She considered. She selected her silver spandex shorts and a tube top. She slipped on terry top sandals to protect her feet. Theresa looked about and selected white terry shorts ... her tightest pair and also selected a tube top. She thought about it and selected open toed sandals, some of her favorites when she wore any. The two made their way to the kitchen and started breakfast.

About forty five minutes later Sheila walked in, brushing out her still damp hair. The girls were sitting at the table drinking coffee when she came in. She moved to each of them and kissed them softly. Saying good morning and heading for the Coffee pot.

“No, sit down. I’ll get it.” Theresa said.

“Thanks ... but I usually get my own. I don’t even ask my secretary at the office to get coffee for me.” Sheila said.

“Sit down anyway. You’re our guest and I want to make you feel comfortable.” Theresa insisted.

“I do feel comfortable. But thanks.” Sheila said, sitting.

Cindy considered her over her cup.

“Monte Cristo’s alright for you?” Cindy asked.

“God, I love them, but I haven’t had them for ages.” Sheila said.

“Coming up.” Theresa said, setting a large mug of French roast before her.

The girls had pre-cooked the French toast on one side and layered the insides with the fillings. All Theresa had to do was toast one side and then the other and serve them. Minutes later she set the first one before Sheila. She took a bite and rolled her eyes.

“This is great.” She said to Theresa.

“Cindy’s recipe.” Theresa said from the stove.

“Can I have a copy of it?” Sheila asked.

“Sure... “ Cindy said, a little aloof.

Sheila seemed to contemplate something for a while as she ate. Finally she said: “Look, I’ve been kind of worried this morning. Are you girls going to get in trouble with John for what we did last night?”

Theresa looked to Cindy as if to say: “See! I told you so.”

Cindy just replied: “No ... John told us we could ... Gave us specific permission that we could make love with you, if we felt like it.”

“My, that was pretty generous of him.” Sheila said.

“That’s what I thought too. Damn generous.” Cindy said.

Theresa looked at her abruptly. What the hell was Cindy doing?

Sheila sort looked at her plate.

“You want to tell us all about it?” Cindy said.

“About what?” Theresa asked for Sheila.

“About her and John in San Francisco.” Cindy said, coldly.

“What!?” Theresa asked, having no clue what Cindy was talking about.

Sheila looked up and faced Cindy, holding her gaze evenly and asked: “How did you know?”

“Oh ... I love our darling John with all my heart, but sometimes he gets just a little too smart for himself. I wondered last night about why you didn’t ask if it was alright with John if we made love with you. It occurred to me that it made sense if you already knew it was okay.

“That got me to thinking about things John said when he talked about you. He said that he only talked with you for a little while ... but he never said: ‘on the phone’ Theresa and I just assumed it. Every time we asked him something about you he skirted around the question of whether he’d actually met you. He didn’t lie to us ... he just didn’t tell us the whole truth. Tied together with some of the things you said, it sort of all added up. Even the way you’d get all starry eyed when you talked about him. Now a straight question: Did you meet with John in San Francisco.”

“He said you were smart. Yes. We met, briefly.” Sheila said, no remorse in her voice.

“What?” Theresa gasped.

“Theresa, didn’t you consider it odd that John had to be out of town at the very time when we had to meet with Sheila?” Cindy asked her.

“Well ... a little.” Theresa said.

“I considered it very odd.” Cindy said, “So, Sheila, do you want to tell us about it?”

“What do you want to know?” Sheila asked.

“Did John tell you to make love with us?” Cindy asked.

“No ... and I wouldn’t have had anything to do with him if he had. He did say it was okay with him if we all felt like it and we did. I accepted that. That’s the only reason I did it last night. Because I honestly wanted to. Not because anybody told me to.” Sheila answered levelly.

“So how much did you see of John in San Francisco ... Why don’t you just tell us about it from the start.” Cindy said.

Theresa flipped the last sandwiches onto a plate and switched off the stove. She came and sat down at the table. Extremely interested in what had transpired. Not having a clue how Cindy knew. She looked to Sheila for a reply.

Sheila looked at Theresa and her heart sank. The disappointment she saw wounded her. She took a deep breath.

“Sure. You’ve figured that much out. I can see why you want to know the rest. Okay ... I was sitting in the Pussy Chat bar...” Sheila began.

She told the girls everything, leaving nothing out. What they had talked about, What John said. What he did and didn’t do. What he had offered her and why. What she had seen of the patents and how John was worried because he had figured out that the girls knew about the video system. She also explained his dilemma. And what he had told her about the girls.