Chapter 46

Cindy stirred. She was bracketed unevenly between two lovely women. Their breathing, now, soft and regular. The last she had heard it, it had been ragged and gasping. While Sheila may not be a substitute for John, she certainly had her moments. Cindy kissed her softly just inside her hip bones, which were just before her face, and then slipped out from between them, kissing Theresa softly in the same place as she passed it.

Once extracted, she looked back at the two lovelies. They each seemed to sense the gap between and rolled together. Sort of. Their heads at opposite ends of the bed. They ended with an arm around each other’s hips.

Cindy smiled at them and then moved off to the bathroom and from there to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Sometime later, Sheila stirred. Upon opening her eyes she found a trim blonde patch of pubic hair before her. On impulse she began kissing beside it, tracing the crease with her tongue. A moment later she heard a soft moan and then Theresa was doing the same thing to her. A most pleasant way to wake up, Sheila thought.

John stirred. He reached out, but found his grasp empty. A deep longing filled his being. Realizing that there would be no release from it, he rolled out of bed to start his day. He called room service for coffee only, then headed for the bath. A short time later a knock on his door came in reply to his order. An hour later he was bathed and dressed. Heading out the door for Sally’s apartment.

Sally awoke feeling once more like the little princess. A distant pang of loneliness touched her, but mainly she was still quite overwhelmed by the changes in her life. A few days previous she had been living in the street, sleeping in cardboard boxes and begging for her meals. Then a wonderful man had come into her life and swept her off like Cinderella. Now she had a good job, a well furnished place of her own, an elegant wardrobe and money in her purse.

She stretched like a cat between the soft sheets and then threw the covers aside. She donned her thick robe from the hotel and headed eagerly for the bathroom. She was meeting that man for breakfast. She was just finishing her makeup when her intercom buzzed. She told the guard to send him up.

By the time John reached her door, Sally was a stunning picture of loveliness and composure. Which wasn’t exactly what she felt. She smiled and kissed him softly before they headed off. This morning was grocery shopping. They presented a lovely couple as they strolled the isles of the local market.

John insisted on completely stocking her cupboards. Selecting cases of canned goods, large sacks of sugar, flour, rice and pasta and an ample supply of coffee. He supplemented this with a case of canned mushrooms, pasta sauces, Mexican sauces, middle eastern food, oriental food, brownie mix, and one each of every spice. Then they descended upon the meat counter and frozen foods and literally stuffed her new large freezer. He selected a variety of fresh and prepared meats and cheeses, most of which would freeze well in the smaller freezer compartment of her refrigerator. Lastly he sparingly selected a variety of fresh vegetables, a sack of potatoes the largest item, but a good supply of onions and garlic. He supplemented these with sacks of dried vegetables and soup fixings.

While the ecstatic store manager was ringing up the first two shopping carts, John took another and raided the house wares selecting cleaners, a mop, sponges, buckets, dish soap, dishwasher soap, brushes, light bulbs, extension cords, tapes and glues and wrapping papers, foils and plastics.

He filled one last cart with toilet paper and paper towels.

Although the days of delivered groceries was gone, the manager gladly made an exception. Gathering his staff together to cart a small pickup full of purchases back to Sally’s apartment for them. John paid the bill without letting Sally see the total on the multi-yard tape. She put her foot down however when John tried to set her up an account with the manager.

“No! I won’t use it if you do!” she said.

“Her money’s no good here.” John told the manager.

“Then I shall have to shop elsewhere.” Sally said.

The manager discretely slipped away to let them discuss it. He realized that it didn’t matter one way or the other. Weekly purchases for one person wouldn’t make much difference on his books. And it would be a while before she needed anything at all. Maybe months.

In the end, John relented. But not before he got her to agree to accept an additional two hundred dollars.