Car Talk
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Chapter 1: The Bipolar Candle
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Bipolar Candle - Emmie's going to college. She's found a great place to live, and an incredible bonus in the back yard garage. Even better, her big studly boyfriend can help with the garage find, and he's great with his tool(s). He really is. It's a whole new kind of "Hot in Philadelphia." Except for the Phillies, they're still terrible.
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Melissa Thomas sat down with a heavy thump at her father’s kitchen table. “OK, Daddy, you’re all cleaned up.” It was a sweltering Saturday in late August, and she was damp and dank with sweat and grime. For three hours she had been cleaning and doing laundry and other housework in the home she grew up in.
This had been her Saturday routine for the past 16 months since her father had been widowed.
Ernesto “Ernie” Fontana was just entering his ninth decade and needed her help to stay in his house. Rheumatoid arthritis had impaired his hands and knees. And after Livia’s final illness, money for outside services wasn’t available.
So, Melissa had been stepping up to help. But Ernie knew the great strain he was causing her. Mike and Melissa Thomas lived about 15 miles away in one of Philadelphia’s suburbs, where they were raising their children Matthew and Emily (“Emmie”) who were 14 and 18 years old, respectively.
Ernie’s 40-year-old daughter was an example of the “sandwich generation”—caught between caring for both their children and their parents at the same time. And, clearly, these weekend chores were a burden to her.
For the thousandth time, Melissa complained (in her mind, not out loud) about the lack of air conditioning in the Fontana house. Thoughtfully, Ernie brought glasses of ice water and a clean dish towel. “Here, Lissie, drink this and wipe off your face. I know you need to get home soon and get in a nice cool shower. Spend some quality time with Mr. Thomas, too.”
“Cheer up, this will be the last time you do this burn-the-candle-at-both-ends stuff. Emmie will be taking over ‘Operation Ernie’ next week!” Melissa could hardly wait.t
Back home, Melissa walked straight into the master bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the shower. The water temperature was just high enough to be comfortable without starting more sweat. When she stepped out Mike was waiting for her. He was stripped to the waist and guided her to the bed, where a “bath sheet” (giant towel) had been placed to protect the coverlet. Melissa knew to lay out naked on the bath sheet, leaving the smaller damp towel on the floor.
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