Chapter 233

Sunday morning I cooked my usual big breakfast for all my mates. This morning we had a few extra. Marlene had spent the night in Crash's room at his invitation. They had both howled at the rafters at least once while we were in the basement last night. I knocked on the door to tell them breakfast would be ready in 45 minutes.

Roseanne, Courtney and both boyfriends had spent the night in 2 of the basement bedrooms. It had been so late when everyone finished that I was afraid that they would fall asleep driving home.

I went down with an armful of clean sheets and pillow cases then knocked on the doors. "Breakfast will be ready in 40 minutes, make the beds with these, put the dirty ones in the hamper along with the towels from last night and bring it up when you come. If you want clean tee shirts and gym shorts there are some in the cabinet by the shower. Coffee and juice are already made if you need something to get you started," I said.

Fresh coffee and breakfast was buffet style when they all came into the kitchen. There was very little left over and I ended up making another half dozen pancakes.

Heavy duty paper and plastic kitchenware eliminated anyone doing dishes this morning, with the exception of the griddle and frying pans. They were no-stick so cleanup was a breeze.

Our guests left, with the exception of Marlene who went back up to the room with Crash. They said they were going to Annapolis shopping in a little while and would be back in several hours.

We finished making preparations for tomorrow's festivities, getting all the things that needed simmering and seasoning for a few hours back into crock pots. We went over to the gym first to review the security data for the colleges and then to work out.

I have to admit I always felt better after a good workout and always slept better.

Monday morning - Labor Day - I fixed breakfast again, this time for a smaller crowd. It was just the six of us plus Crash. He had become accustomed to us being barely clothed or nude by now.

I asked where his girl friend was and if he had told Roger he had one, with a little chuckle.

"I think she called us friends with benefits. It's been a long time since I was with anyone. We sure enjoyed ourselves," he said. Then he added, "So that is what you girls do to keep your sanity, blow off steam in the basement every now and then?"

"For us it is much more than that and the addition of others is a visual turn-on to make our experience better," I answered.

"I have noticed from the beginning you were more than just friends and business partners," he replied.

Then he laughed and said, "Marlene carried me to the mall in Annapolis yesterday. She had me help her pick out all sexy under things for her to wear when she comes to be friendly. I was never so embarrassed. You should have seen all the looks we were getting when she kept calling me Daddy. She says she is excited to model them soon."