The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Fifty-One

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We had time before our flight to join our British friends for a meal. Caryn assured Dylan her outfit came with a hairbrush. He was a little disappointed because now he had no reason to help Holden relieve the pressure. Caryn told him he was as bad as me and she'd turn the hairbrush on us both. We asked if we could take a rain check and collect on our next visit. She surprised us by saying maybe. While we waited to board the plane I went off to find some hooligans to help me get over my sadness. I found a single mom with three hooligans. She thanked me for whispering my request in her ear and agreed we could go grab some milkshakes. Naturally my group had to have some as well. I stepped in to a bar on the way back to get some medicine in mine.

“Rohan is always like this when we leave friends Lucille.” Tim said as I pulled a blanket over myself the moment the plane leveled out. “He'll be fine in a couple of days. That's why we chose a non-stop flight. Rohan will sleep most of the way.”

“They don't serve meals on planes just snacks so there's no point in waking up.” I said. “Good night everybody.”

Sleep and meditation got me through the flight. On the way out the airport I saw the hooligans collecting their luggage. I paid for their taxi and let them know about the milkshake place. Tracy insisted they put it on my tab. Lucille hugged and kissed Tracy when she told us we were having breakfast at the orphanage.

“Is there no end to the hooligans?” I asked.

“There isn't for the next two hours.” Tracy said. “You need to sing Boss. They also have a Tai Chi class scheduled right after breakfast. We're joining in.”

“We're ignoring your protests Dad.” Adam said. “You actively sought out some hooligans yesterday afternoon. Yes Tracy the ones he bought a cab ride home today.”

“The difference is the ones at the orphanage are the kissing hooligans.” I protested. “What do you mean that's even better for me Lucille? I'm sure the gang will be kissing us all day. I do need to breathe some time today.”

Soon the kissing began. J, Sophie and Amanda were waiting to greet us in the parking area next to J's car. Abby and Leslie were waiting at Leslie's car. Henry thanked Abby for driving his car over. She claimed a kiss and a promise of sausages and waffles for breakfast tomorrow for services rendered. Henry calmly thanked me for cooking sausages and waffles tomorrow morning for breakfast. Tracy loaded my bags in the back of the Audi. Dylan rode up front while I snuggled with Tim on the back seat.

“Here we go.” I said as we approached the doors to the orphanage. “Somebody asked for some singing.”

My Lady sang and drew more voices to join in. I stood just inside the doors and grounded myself. Playing on a hunch I opened up a little more. Then I grounded myself. We did this three times with amazing results. I was able to walk with full awareness of my surroundings while channeling an entire choir. The pride I felt in figuring this out seemed absurd but I couldn't stop grinning. I even kept singing while I knelt to hug the hooligans and let them kiss me.

“Sit and stay Boss.” Tracy said after I'd greeted everybody.

Patricia came over to see what I was doing on the weekend. When I told her I had no plans she mentioned there was a football game on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. Tracy promised she'd keep both afternoons open for me. Tim told her he was more than happy to help her with any conspiracy she wanted to cook up.

“Don't worry Rohan.” Patrica said kissing me. “I just need to spend some time with you catching up on things. This may come as a surprise but I've missed you.”

“I've missed you as well.” I said hugging her. “One of the things I intend to discuss with Leslie is arranging to spend time with all my friends. How are these chefs of yours doing?”

“Petersen isn't happy but I don't think he'll ever be happy.” Patricia said. “Tell me what you think after breakfast.”

I thought they were doing a great job. The chefs chuckled when Dylan thanked them for preparing my two favorite dishes of lots and more. Abby warned me it was purely coincidence we were having waffles and sausages for breakfast today. This didn't get me off the hook. What it did allow was for me to postpone the waffles and sausage breakfast until Friday. Abby went over and invited Henry and Lucille to join us for that breakfast.

Lao was leading the Tai Chi class. Patricia smiled when Lao asked if he could use her office for a few minutes to look at me. Tracy promised we'd stop at the apothecary on the way to the apartment. She took my pulses and chatted with Lao about what she would have cooked-up for me. After he took my pulses he made a couple of changes to the formula. Tracy made a note of his reasons in her notebook. I told her she was making remarkable progress. Lao suggested I learn from Tracy so I didn't embarrass him when I started my unarmed combat training on Monday. He confirmed we were still set to meet at two tomorrow for a couple of hours.

“We're having pizza for lunch.” my housekeeper said when we got to the apartment. “I've known you long enough Rohan to know asking you to relax the entire day would be cruel.”

“Tonight is games night with the gang Dad.” Dylan said. “The fucketeers are helping you cook dinner tonight. Your housekeeper tells us there is plenty to cook. There will be extra for sandwiches tomorrow. I have no idea what but she told me the meat is in the fridge.”

There were two large pork roasts in the fridge. After lunch I was going for a walk with her to the co-op to buy what we needed for apple pie.

“Two hours until lunch?” I asked accepting my mug of tea. “Good. I'll be on the couch reading. Oh we need to make this place look extra special for dinner. Linens, candles, flowers and whatever else you think we need. You do have a little left on that card I gave you don't you? Wonderful. Well you know where to find me.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the stunned silence that followed. True to my word I walked to the linen closet, grabbed a blanket and made myself comfortable on the couch. Tracy became even more unsettled when I asked if there was any more tea. Tim helped her brew more. He was thrilled when my housekeeper allowed him to help with unpacking our bags and getting the apartment ready for tonight.

“My Love if you ever let your lovely housekeeper slip from your world I will be seriously miffed.” Tim said on one of his visits to check on me. “I never got to do the regular things people who have their own home do. The unpacking and laundry isn't a chore for me. We've just placed the order for pizza so expect company soon. Sounds like the wash just finished. Must dash!”

Dylan snuggled with me while we ate our pizza. He even joined me in a beer. Tim took some pizza with him as he headed off with Tracy to get the flowers and some other accessories for dinner. The three scurvy knaves joined us on our expedition to the co-op. I really liked the idea of a shopping cart so we altered our route to stop at a hardware store on the way to the co-op. They would need to order the big cart. My housekeeper told me she could always make use of a smaller cart. Morgan told me he'd enjoy having a small one of his own. I purchased two of the smaller carts to tide us over.

The boys wheeled our groceries home. My housekeeper was going to buy a couple of large waterproof laundry bags to use as cart liners. That would keep the groceries dry when it rained. We returned to find a very excited Tim bustling around the apartment. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to make the place feel more like home if he worked with Emily, Tomek, Caryn and Lao on the project. He would be in charge of the budget and select the theme.

“Tracy is in charge of my schedule.” I said. “Speak with Amanda and Sophie about the boys' schedule. I suggest you arrange for anything that needs doing here to start Monday. Keep in mind we need to cook and enjoy meals here. I don't mind going out for the occasional lunch. We need to get dinner started now. We can give you a hand finishing the decorating or you can join us when you're done.”

“You guys go ahead.” Tim said hugging me. “I'll join you guys in the kitchen soon.”

“That was very sweet of you Rohan.” my housekeeper said kissing me in the kitchen. “Putting his touch on the apartment will help Tim truly feel like this is his home.”

“I know it isn't easy for him when he looks around and sees none of his stuff or choices.” I said. “Please check with me in the morning to see I have chatted with the designers. They need to guide Tim while giving him the freedom to choose pieces. Yes like the boys did with the cabin.”

“I know you have the love nest Dad but one day you two will have to build a house together.” Dylan said. “The love nest was a gift. A place you guys can call yours.”

“That's a great idea.” I said. “We won't say anything now because Tim will have a lot of fun giving this place a makeover. I'd like to stay in this apartment for another three or four years. When you guys have finished your schooling you will move on and us old fogies will reconsider where we want to live. Besides I have schooling with Lao to complete.”

Tim ended up in the kitchen but did very little cooking. He was chatting about how he had bought some proper napkins and napkin rings for tonight. Dylan grinned at me when Tim asked if I'd tasted the wine before adding it to the carrots. You check it's fresh before you add it he explained holding out a glass. I agreed I was lucky to have gotten away with it this time. A very nice white wine in Tim's opinion. He took a second glass and decided to see if I had some more he could put in the fridge to chill.

“Tracy can we make it to the liquor store before it closes?” Tim asked hurrying from the kitchen. “Please call them. Rohan had this lovely white wine he added to the carrots but he doesn't have another bottle. Do they have it? Any bottles already chilled? Sorry my Love must dash. The liquor store closes soon. Call if you have any questions about dinner or need us to pick up anything. Here's Leslie. She'll be temporary supervisor while I'm gone. Thanks Leslie. Sorry to rush but it's an emergency. Hold the lift door Tracy.”

“What brought that whirlwind on?” Leslie asked. “A lack of white wine. There's an entire shelf of white wine in the fridge.”

“I was using the other wine for cooking because we didn't have enough for drinking.” I said adding some herbs to the peas. “Morgan if I had pointed that out Tim would have stayed. I didn't want to get rid of him. He needed to burn off some of his excitement and we don't have time for sex before dinner.”

The boys explained the makeover plans to Leslie. She agreed it would be nice for Tim to see some of his own touches. Leslie suggested we visit some art galleries or ask Lawrence if he had some photographs we might enjoy. The ones of us on our wedding night would be nice for the bedroom she suggested. I promised to mention this once we'd chatted with the designers. Leslie told me it would be good for Tim to know he had my support and faith. I would let him know when we chatted with the others so they knew he was in charge. All I wanted was minimal disruption.

“Where is that wonderful dad of yours Dylan?” Abby asked. “I need to let him know how wonderful it is to have him back. Those magnificent pork roasts jogged my memory. Here you are Rohan. We've missed you so much. No we really have missed you. Tim has set a lovely table. Dinner has been amazing but with you and Tim gone for so long it just hasn't felt the same. This will be our first dinner together as a group in five or six weeks.”

After we had all been hugged and kissed Leslie led Abby out of the kitchen to join the others. She took a few bottles of the white wine to share with the others. Dr. Deidre had to poke her head in to let us know the food smelled divine. Dylan was just pouring the cheese sauce over the broccoli and asked her to taste a little for us. I was saving the smoky version for tomorrow when I transformed the leftover meat into sandwiches. J and my housekeeper let us know the bread had finished baking in the bread machines. They were setting it out on racks to cool. I asked Morgan to choose one of the lesser herbs from the roast to flavor the butter.

“That's pretty darn smart.” Morgan said. “You tie it in with the main food item without the one flavor dominating everything. I might need to follow Tracy's example and keep a notebook close at hand when we cook.”

“What example of mine are you following?” Tracy asked setting a case of wine in front of the drinks fridge. “A notebook would be a good idea. The rest of us would like to learn some of Rohan's tips as well. Your husband was a riot Boss. I think he bought a dozen ice buckets. He sent J and Ivan down to haul up the ice and the ice buckets. There's no way he was leaving the wine.”

“The roast looks magnificent guys.” Tim said breezing into the kitchen. “Almost as good as my roast pork. I brought you all a glass of the good stuff for your hard work. How are the rest of the vegetables getting on? The carrots look amazing. Oh my, Dylan you nailed this broccoli in cheese sauce. I hope Rohan does as well on the dessert. What is for dessert? Nine overstuffed apple pies ought to do it. What are in those three?”

“My guess would be blackberries.” Tracy said slipping the last bottle of wine into the fridge. “Rohan would never dream of not saying thank you to our mom for keeping this place together. You can bet Tim's sweet ass I am going to kiss you for being so sweet. Once now and again when I taste it. Come along Tim let's go light the candles. Rohan tells me they are finishing up in here.”

“Beloved it is more than I had hoped for.” I said kissing Tim soundly. “This looks even more elegant than the treehouse hotel. I love the candles on the branches. The mix of potted grass with cut flowers is the perfect balance. Now we will always have something green and living in the place.”

“We can use proper napkins now.” Tim said. “You couldn't without the napkin rings my Love. I'm so glad we got the good wine to go with this feast.”

The three scurvy knaves grinned because they knew the wine I had planned on serving was more expensive than Tim's choice but we would never admit it. Adam told Tim his excitement was making them smile. Morgan told him Abby had let us know she was very happy we were all together for dinner. Sophie suggested we invite Lao, Daizan and Mu to join us for dinner on Friday. Tim thought that would be the perfect time to chat with Lao about his makeover and get the feng shui right. He didn't mind supervising another feast. The boys didn't mind assisting Leslie and me. Leslie told Tim he'd done such a great job tonight that she'd be happy if he supervised.

“Step away from the slow cookers J.” Tim said. “We can use serving platters now. Load up the veggies and meat on these trays please. Your bachelor days are over my Love. No more dining like a scoundrel. I bought extra for the love nest. Here's the carving board with a carving knife and fork J. One for Ivan as well. Oh my Love this has been such a fun day I only miss Blighty the slightest bit. Leslie I got to help unpack and do laundry today. What do you think of the serving trays?”

“They're perfect.” Leslie said. “Understated quality just like you.”

“Ivan if you get tired of married life I'll marry this sweet lady.” Tim said hugging her.

“That would be like Rohan getting tired of dessert.” Ivan said calmly. “Yes Tim you have a very, very, very long wait.”

“Good.” Tim said. “My fine husband began the day with a song and he can end the day with a song. Please bless our meal my Love.”

“I would like to say a few words before we begin eating.” I said when everybody else took their seats. “Like Abby I am glad we are all together again for a dinner in this apartment. Our time abroad was wonderful and enriching but this is home. There really is no place like home and no gathering like family. Thanks for being here and braving our shenanigans.

A special thank you to the scurvy knaves for helping me. They worked really hard. A thank you to my housekeeper for ensuring all the food we needed was on hand. I'm sure you'll agree Tim did an amazing job in setting a very romantic and civilized table while supervising dinner. My wonderful husband even managed to find the time to get us this lovely wine. Thank you Beloved for everything.

Love, light and life!”

“Love, light and life!” the others responded.

Amanda told Dylan he was coming on nicely when I let her know he had made the broccoli and cheese sauce all on his own. Tracy promised to let Dariusz know what a fine catch Dylan was becoming. Dr. Deidre complimented all the boys on their cooking. Tim kissed Adam for preparing mushy peas. The carrots and herb butter were all Morgan. I was quietly proud of how quickly they had learned their way around the kitchen. The boys gave a lot of credit to their lessons in Scotland with Petersen. Sophie promised to let Petersen know the boys hadn't embarrassed him. This was a wonderful dinner.

I served the blackberry pies first as my way of saying thank you to my housekeeper. We never did get around to our board games. By the time we finished dinner and cleaned up it was getting close to my bedtime. A murder mystery made more sense. The boys were happy to make tomorrow night games night. I promised I'd buy us the remaining expansion packs for the games tomorrow. The others had a quick nightcap with me after the show before leaving me alone with Tim. My housekeeper glanced meaningfully at the clock on the wall when she wished us goodnight.

“Thank you for everything Tim.” I said taking him in my arms and kissing him.

“We're a team my Love.” Tim said. “Thank you for letting me decorate and play host tonight. I'll email Caryn and Emily now. I don't mind getting up at six to chat with them. This is our home so you have to join in for a bit as well. Glad you agree. Now why don't we take the rest of this wine upstairs to the bedroom.”

Relieving Tim of the wine I set it in the ice bucket I'd brought upstairs. Then I set about relieving him of his clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt I laid a trail of kisses down his torso. When I pushed his shirt down his arms I took his right nipple in my mouth. MY hands unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and reached inside his boxers to fondle his cock. Rolling his cock and balls in my hands I felt him rising rapidly. Squeezing his flesh got him harder and harder until he was groaning loudly. Ignoring his pleas I kept fondling him a little longer.

Withdrawing my hand I grabbed him through the material of his underwear and began stroking his cock. I let go of his left nipple to lay a trail of kisses up to his lips. All the while stroking and stroking his cock.

“Fuck my Love if you're not careful I'll cum soon.” Tim moaned between kisses. “Yes very soon. Very, very, very soon. Oh gods please don't stop. Almost there. Yes! Aah. Oops. Some scoundrel seems to have made a mess of my underwear.”

“Definitely intentional.” I said kneeling in front of him.

When he had stepped out of his pants I set about cleaning him. My lover was almost fully aroused when I finished lapping up the last trace of cum from his groin. I tossed him on the bed and leaned over to kiss him from cock to ears while I removed my clothing. Standing at the side of the bed I leaned forward and made a meal of him. Tim happily rolled over when I was half-naked. Now it was his ass and back being treated to light kisses while I shed my pants.

“Allow me.” I whispered in his ear as I straddled his thighs.

“Gladly.” Tim said sinking into the mattress.

“Thank you.” I said probing with a finger between his cheeks.

Lubricating a cute ass was a pleasure. The thought of what was about to happen caused my cock to twitch. Sliding my finger in a little deeper I found Tim's sweet spot. I had stretched out on top of him so while I was fingering his ass my cock pressed against the curve of his right cheek. The closeness and eagerness left Tim in no doubt he was about to be filled, pleasured and fucked. That's long enough I thought to myself.

“You've outdone yourself tonight Beloved.” I said as I entered him. “Decorator, supervisor and now a gorgeous fuck.”

“Speaking of done.” Tim said. “Oh yes that's a nice doing you have going on. What a lovely day it's been. The night is shaping up nicely.”

“I like the shape of your ass, your back, your thighs.” I said as I fucked my husband. “Time to see how the front looks.”

“Well Scoundrel do you approve?” Tim asked as he lay with his knees pulled out and up near his chest.

“You're so amazing from every fucking angle.” I said looking down at the wonderful tableau spread before me.

The gently bouncing cock and balls so vulnerable were a big turn-on. Our fucking had gotten Tim fully aroused. Reaching down I took him in hand and began stroking him again. Sliding my knees under him I let his ass ride higher on my thighs. When his balls rose I stopped the stroking. I wanted his second orgasm from the fucking. Leaning forward I began fucking him with greater vigor. Now he was this close there was no reason for me to restrain myself.

“The thought of cumming inside you is so hot!” I said. “Coating your bowels with my seed. Marking my fucking territory inside you. Oh gods what's not to love? Soon Beloved very soon. I love you Tim. Don't touch yourself. This ones on me.”

“On and in me more likely.” Tim said grabbing hold of his knees. “Harder Scoundrel! Harder! Damn you! No fair cumming before...Oh fuck don't stop. I'm cumming my Love. Fucking hell! Yes Sweetheart! Yes! Aargh! Not too shabby Scoundrel. You'll be happy to know your performance tonight has earned you another crack at my crack tomorrow.”

“You're too kind to an old geezer.” I said licking his cum off his chest. “What a sweetheart.”

“That's me.” Tim agreed. “Aren't you finished yet? My Love I want to get back from our shower for a glass of wine. You have a workout tomorrow.”

The clever reminder got me to pick up the pace before, during and after the shower. I was soon lying next to Tim with a glass of wine in my hand. Yes I was glad he had made the trip to the liquor store I admitted. Tim smiled and sipped his wine before scooting up to kiss me. There was enough for us to enjoy another half-glass. Tim chatted about the decorating. He loved the idea of going art shopping. I thanked him when he promised not to buy an original Picasso or Van Gogh.

We only had time for shower sex before our chat. The scurvy newlyweds arrived with barely enough time for a double-team. Throwing on robes we rushed down to take our Skype call. Caryn teased us about our wet hair. Emily thanked us for putting on robes. Tim thanked me for putting the coffee on.

“Tim is in charge of this project.” I said at the start of our conversation. “I like the furniture we have so if you can get away with new upholstery I'd appreciate it. Tim you are welcome to replace every piece if you want. There is no budget. Please keep the disruption to a minimum. I came back intending to unwind in between my workouts and other lessons. In the next day or two I'm taking Tim shopping for a piece of art so if you could manage to keep some wall space open that would be nice.”

“Rohan there's nothing but space on the wall behind you.” Caryn said. “Is it all this stark? Let's work on a color palette so Tim can buy a few pieces of art. The problem with changing the upholstery on your furniture is it takes time. Where will you sit? I take it you want this finished soon. Are you open to new furniture Rohan?”

“I hadn't thought about the delay.” I admitted. “What do you think Tim? New furniture would give us a clean start and be ours.”

“Caryn is right about the delay so I don't see that we have much choice.” Tim said. “We'll ask the gang if they want the old furniture or know of somebody who could use it. The challenge is finding the balance between Rohan's love of minimalism and my desire to have more furniture in the apartment.”

“These two and Tomek will come up with something brilliant.” I said. “You guys stay right there while I get the coffee and start breakfast.”

My housekeeper expressed surprise to see us in robes this early in the day. She took her coffee to the lounge to join in the chat. I was making frittata for breakfast with oatmeal. I poked my head out the kitchen to ask one of my housekeepers to put a couple of juicers on the shopping list. Dylan arrived with Sophie and J a few minutes later. He joined me in the kitchen because he'd already missed most of the chat.

“Sorry my Love but we will need to replace most of the furniture.” Tim said at breakfast. “I did a walk through of the apartment for them. Adam and Morgan are going to make a recording using the recorders and send the file to our decorators.”

“That's fine.” I said. “When will we have the color palette?”

“We're having another chat just before bedtime tonight.” Tim said. “I thought it would be nice for the gang to offer their insight. We can enjoy our nightcap while we chat. Emily has promised to put an American twist on English cottage style for us my Love. We'll need a brolly stand and brollies.”

Catherine asked that only Tracy go with me to the gym for my workout. The rest would be either medical people or instructors. Tim was happy to stay and catch up on his work which included a call to Poland to check on his contractors. The boys had schoolwork and the recording of the apartment to make. I mixed up some spices and showed Dylan the recipe for a barbecue sauce. He listened to the instructions, promised Tracy he'd be liberal with the bourbon and hurried us out the door. My housekeeper was taking care of the bread. She joined Dylan in pushing me out the door.

“Save me a sandwich!” I said as the elevator doors closed.

There was a surprise waiting for me at the gym. I'd expected to see Dr. Deidre, Dr. Phyllis, Theresa and Lao. I hadn't expected to see Juliet. She explained there was a separate massage room at the gym. The other people I didn't expect to see were Jinsong and Hui. I thanked Jinsong and Hui for agreeing to help me. Jinsong told me Lao thought there was a glimmer of hope for me which was the highest praise the two of them had heard from Lao. Tracy laughed when Hui told us the best most people got was “he doesn't embarrass me”.

“Go get ready Rohan or we will miss lunch.” Lao said. “There is much to do to get you ready for your first lesson with Jinsong.”

My cardio was short intense bursts on the stationary bike, rowing machine and elliptical machine. Then I was doing sprints with a resistance band around my waist. When I was drenched in sweat it was time for the leg dips, push-ups and sit-ups with the resistance band. Four rounds of weight machine exercises interspersed with more cardio followed. Even with my new skills using chi I ended up with my hands on my knees gasping for breath.

“You must concentrate now.” Lao said. “Time to experience what in-sanity is like. This is true sanity. First you must stop pretending you are an old man. You can breathe without theatrics. Now. Breathe. Now. Breathe. Only the now. Leave the now and you will hurt. Ready Catherine? Good.”

A kettlebell and resistance band workout followed. Lao wasn't joking when he said leaving the now would hurt. One repetition or none I told myself. One or none became my litany. This one. No past. No future. One or none. Rest was found in the space between breaths. I couldn't afford to think. All I could do was experience the chi flowing up in to my body.

“Inner smile.” Lao said while Tracy held a water bottle to my lips. “Relax Rohan. This is easy if you don't do it. You look a little tense in the shoulders. The more you relax the easier it will be for Juliet to give you a massage. Carry on Catherine.”

I smiled reassuringly at Catherine. My smile wasn't very convincing but at least I proved I understood what they were saying around me. I have no idea how much longer it continued. When Catherine asked me to set the kettlebells down I deliberately held on to my stoic mindset. Any feeling of relief would take me from this present moment. Being happy the workout was over would remind me of the workout and the pain which I wasn't feeling now. Now there was just breathing and chi and water from Tracy. Then breathing, chi, more water from Tracy and her gently leading me to the showers after the doctors had finished examining me.

“Yes guys he's still breathing and walking on his own.” Tracy said. “I'm glad he didn't embarrass us by dropping dead on us. Rohan the fucketeers told Catherine they would only stay at the apartment if we streamed the workout. Juliet used my phone.”

“Hi guys.” I said blinking to help focus on the screen. “I hope you aren't letting your schoolwork slide to watch an old man stagger around the gym.”

“My Love I collapsed on the couch.” Tim said. “You wore me out and then you did the insane workout. I think Dabulamanzi owes you a beer.”

“Yes I do.” Dabulamanzi said. “I will arrange it with Tracy. Rohan you can try to explain it later or we'll let Lao do that for you. Skype video calls are useful. Christopher and Garth, Stephen, Belinda and Kasper, Donat and Maciej joined in.”

“Go ahead and shower Rohan.” Belinda said. “We can still chat and I want the doctors to check your blood pressure and heart before your massage. Humor me. After the comedy show you just put on it's the least you can do.”

“I'm confused about why these people are so surprised.” Maciej remarked. “They know you are a crazy heavy mace wielder. That is true Belinda. He is crazier even than most heavy mace wielders. Rohan I watched because you know how to humble a man. Waldemar and I think we are fit but we couldn't have made it through half of your first workout. The second on its own would have killed us.”

“Excuse me Rohan would you mind if the doctors took some blood?” Kasper asked. “I'm sorry we didn't get any before your workout.”

“I'll remember to have some taken before my next workout.” I said. “Dabulamanzi without chi I wouldn't have survived the first workout. Right now it is hard for me to reach my body. The chi is flowing very strongly and creates a buffer. I will ask Lao when we chat after lunch how to settle it. I can't ask in front of Jinsong.”

“Put on this robe Boss before we leave the change room.” Tracy said. “Massage time. Don't worry boys Lao will be joining us for lunch so you can ask him all the questions you want. Dr. Deidre please will you take some blood samples. Kasper would like to experiment with Rohan.”

“I'll gladly share what I am doing with you boys.” Kasper said. “Give me a couple of days to get my thoughts together.”

“Huh you will be up all night pacing.” Donat said. “Dr. Deidre better rush those results so Kasper can get some sleep soon. We can't keep up with him. The other day somebody called to tell him Daisy was doing better. The man tried to tell me Daisy was a mad cow. I don't know if Kasper thinks he is a doctor, psychiatrist or veterinary surgeon. Adam my concern is he might start my examination thinking he is a doctor but end up treating me like a mad cow or a sick chicken.”

“That could make things very interesting.” Morgan said. “True having a pretty nun make your life interesting is much safer. Well Rohan thanks for the show. While you have your massage we're going to get your juicers. Tim and your housekeeper need a walk and some milkshakes before Lao gets here.”

“Mom will help me with lunch.” Dylan said. “I'd like some time cooking with her. We might even bake a treat for tea time.”

“Tracy better not call me from the hospital my Love.” Tim warned. “I'd never live it down. Come along you newlywed rapscallions. Morgan promised me a milkshake.”

“We'll keep an eye on Rohan.” Garth said. “Whatever else these workouts do they give a guy a very cute butt.”

“They do indeed.” Belinda said. “Watching Tracy wash his er back made me realize Stephen needs to take a shower soon. Once I've checked that Rohan is okay. Dr. Deidre please check his blood pressure and heart for me.”

“He's as well as we can expect.” Dr. Deidre said. “Juliet the man and his cute butt are all yours. We're going to have a chat with Lao.”

“Rohan my only wish is Lao would give you some warning.” Juliet said as she began my massage.

“He really can't.” I said barely able to stay awake. “Unless the pressure is really intense I might not understand. These lessons can only be learned when you are riding the tsunami. Nothing improves your surfing as quickly as riding a tidal wave. We can speculate all we want but I do not know how much protection the chi offered. Maybe I was never in any danger of a heart attack. Applying normal standards doesn't apply because I wasn't working out as a normal athlete.”

“I need to give this more thought.” Juliet said. “I know a lot of people are wanting time with you so I will wait my turn. We will chat soon. Right now you need to rest a bit. Relax Rohan. I can turn you over when I need to work on the front.”

Tracy gently shook me awake. I told her to stop poisoning me with neat water. She let me take a swig from her bottle once I'd had some more water. Jinsong and Hui had left a short while ago. Dr. Deidre told me they found the thought of my housekeeper scolding Lao hilarious. Catherine believed they left before I invited them to join us for lunch. I walked out to the car on my own. The doctors, Juliet and Catherine were also joining us for lunch.

When I entered the apartment Tim led me straight to the blanket on the couch. He scolded me for being such a showoff from the door to my resting place. The sweet boy had bought me a box of chocolates. I thought it was very sweet that he had been so worried he had already eaten half the chocolates for me. Dr. Deidre pointed out a full box would have been too much sugar for me after my workout. Lao agreed half a box was perfect. The biggest surprise came from my housekeeper.

“Thank you Lao for taking care of Rohan.” my housekeeper said hugging him. “Please accept this bottle of Scotch as a thank you from me.”

“You are very generous but Rohan does a good job of looking after himself.” Lao said accepting the gift. “I wouldn't say that where he could hear though.”

“He'd stop taking care of himself if you did.” my housekeeper said with a smile. “None of us will let him know what you just said.”

I had Dylan come over to me so I could kiss him for doing such a great job on lunch. Sophie had to get a thank you kiss as well. Lao agreed it was a very nice lunch. After lunch I went upstairs to my office to chat with Lao. I told Lao all the experiences of my trip seemed to have piled up until the thought of processing all that stuff was simply too overwhelming. He told me to return to the basics of the mantra meditations. Concentrate on grounding he suggested. You must cultivate faith in the knowledge that the human mind and body is capable of much more than people believe. The truest way of dealing with life is often the simplest Lao told me.

Lao thanked me for sending over the dancers. He had enjoyed the dancing and agreed with us it was a form of Tai chi. I thanked him for sharing some of his knowledge with the dancers. I told him I was glad I had found a gift suitable for him. When I asked if I needed to get anything in preparation for my training with Jinsong he told me he would take care of it. Tomorrow he was joining us for dinner and would bring me what I needed. He asked if it would be a great inconvenience to serve dinner a little earlier because the boys had invited his mother. I told him nobody would object. They would all want his mom to join us. I would let everybody know tonight at dinner.

We laughed when we entered the living room to see Tim had not only taken my place beneath the blanket but he was finishing my chocolates for me as well. Lao stayed for a quick cup of tea and a slice of the cake Dylan had baked. Diner tonight was Italian and my housekeeper had already started garlic bread in the bread machines. I opened a couple of bottles of wine to use for cooking. Tracy opened some for us to drink while we cooked. Despite how much I enjoyed being in my kitchen and cooking with Tracy the moment we finished cooking I snuggled under the blanket with Tim.

The evening passed pleasantly. Seeing my workout the boys knew I wouldn't be going shopping and had bought the expansion packs for our board games. After a pleasant two hours of play it was time to gather around the TV to see what my apartment would look like. J helped Tracy get everybody a nightcap. Tomek was able to join us before his lessons which made my housekeeper very happy.

“You will be happy to know we haven't messed with the kitchen much.” Emily said. “We are going to do away with some of the stainless steel and introduce some wood to soften things. We've kept the design simple but made it a little cozier. Rohan we are starting here because Tim insisted you get to decide on the kitchen design. We have three different designs but this is our favorite. I thought getting you some Emile Henry cookware would add a splash of color.”

“The walnut looks a bit busy if we are going to do all the countertops.” I said. “That's really the only thing I don't like about the design. The neutral paint with patterned curtains works well. I like the orange cookware.”

“Our second design has hickory counters.” Emily said showing us another sketch. “What do you think? I can insert the hickory countertops on the first sketch. How does that look?”

“I like it.” I said. “Does this drastically affect the rest of your plans for the apartment?”

“No it doesn't.” Emily said. “All we wanted was wood countertops. Thank you for agreeing to go with them. I'll chat with Sophie and Amanda about getting the new countertops. They know who to contact. You guys might need to go out for dinner one night.”

“I was going to break the bad news to Rohan between the sheets Emily.” Tim said.

“Any chance of getting started on the countertops tomorrow?” I asked. “The sooner this gets done the happier I will be. Going out for a dinner is not a problem but I spend a lot of time in the kitchen so let's get it done first. I'd also like the painters to get done on the same day so the kitchen can air out.”

“I'll set it up for Monday.” Sophie promised. “Your countertops are pretty straightforward Rohan so it shouldn't take long to make them. A lot depends on their workload.”

“Thank you Sophie.” I said. “What are you doing to the rest of our home?”

“We're keeping the dining room table but replacing the chairs.” Emily said. “What do you think of these chairs?”

The gang liked them. Tim loved them. They were armless with a leather-covered seat and material on the back. A lot of the pop would come from accessories. A table runner, candlesticks and new dinnerware would bring in the cottage feel. Tim made a note to buy some artwork to go on the wall behind the table. While he was doing that Emily told us we'd need a second to go on the wall in the living room.

Tim had to make his first major decision in the living room. The choice was between a red velvet sofa and a tufted brown Chesterfield sofa. I kissed him for going with the Chesterfield sofa. There was also a Chesterfield love seat in the design. This was a mere six feet wide. The sofa was two feet wider. Two armchairs in a houndstooth pattern rounded out the room. A variety of cushions with different textures added some depth. The color palette was pretty neutral. I liked the tall, heavy black curtains. Once again we were adding color with accessories like the table-cloth for the coffee table, vases and artwork.

The playroom would stay pretty much the same although some new armchairs, curtains and a rug would soften the room. My guest room would be completely redecorated. More artwork made me glad Tim didn't want a Picasso or Van Gogh. The new sleeper couch was gray with a cream pinstripe. The wall behind it would be an accent wall in a burnt orange. A dark wooden chest would store bed linens and double as a coffee table. Two crimson, armless chairs with silver nailhead trim rounded off the room makeover. Tim agreed to wait until the furniture was in the room before deciding on the curtains.

Our bedroom was escaping pretty much unscathed. Tim loved it the way it was. Curtains to match the new bed linens we'd bought together, some photographs and maybe a change in the lighting. He promised to get back to them with some more thoughts on it after he'd spoken to Lawrence. The bathroom didn't need much work either. A new bathroom cabinet with two hand basins and a lighting update were all we needed.

“What about the balcony?” Adam asked. “Our dear pater might want a place he can escape to while all this mayhem is going on.”

“Good thinking Adam.” I said. “The rate to join me out there is five kisses an hour or part of an hour.”

“We have a nice wicker set with a natural hemp rug and a dark wooden coffee table to fill the space.” Emily said. “There will be a couple of side tables that match the coffee table. Don't worry Eddie there is plenty of room to keep growing your naked weed.”

“Well that ought to keep your husband happy for a few days Rohan.” Amanda said with a grin. “I'm not certain how you'll hold up. Hopefully some of Tim's enthusiasm for the project will rub off on you. You're spoiling him rotten.”

“Rohan the gang will decide what pieces of your existing furniture they want and the rest will go to charity shops.” Sophie said. “They'll send a truck around with some guys to remove the leftover furniture from a room on the day the new furniture arrives. Amanda and I will help Tim make this as painless as possible for you.”

“Your housekeepers will be happy to earn their pay by helping them.” Tracy said. “I think it will be stunning. A pity we can't do it as a surprise.”

“The surprise will be seeing how Rohan handles all this chaos.” Tim said. “We can visit a few galleries tomorrow morning my Love. Lawrence sent me the names and addresses of some local galleries. I'll treat you to a milkshake.”

When we ended the call we all felt the need for one more nightcap. Naturally the conversation was all about the makeover. Lao was coming over an hour before dinner tomorrow to look at the sketches. Tim was going to speak to Lawrence about a laundry service to make certain the sheets for our bed were properly pressed and starched. I suggested he also find out if they do napkins.

“My Love if we are sending the napkins away for cleaning then we will be left without any unless....” Tim said leaning in against me.

“Precisely.” I said. “The same goes for the sheets.”

“Oh my Love you say the sexiest things.” Tim said collapsing theatrically in my arms.

“What's turned Tim into a puddle now?” Leslie asked with a grin.

“I just caught the last of it but it seems Rohan gave him an excuse to buy more napkins and sheets.” Tracy said.

“Three more sets.” Tim said still lying in a heap. “I'm one besotted Brit.”

“You'll soon be an impaled imp.” Leslie said. “We'd better leave you guys to it. Rohan let me know if there is anything I can bring over tomorrow. I'll be coming over at two because we brought dinner forward. No I don't mind. I just want some time to chat with Zumu before we eat.”

I insisted we get up to say goodnight to our friends. Abby reminded me tomorrow morning was sausage and waffle breakfast. She kissed me when I showed her the package of sausages Ivan had brought over with the lamb and chicken for tomorrow. Tim got a kiss for being so absolutely adorable. When he asked if I was impaling him because I found him too adorable to resist I told him I planned on impaling him because he had a cute ass and I was horny. Abby laughed and swatted my butt.

“Forsooth this is a fine impaling.” Tim said later as he lay moaning beneath me. “Talk dirty to me Scoundrel.”

“Napkins. Sheets. 500 thread. Organic Egyptian cotton.” I said with a smile. “Perfectly starched.”

“You're turning me on so much.” Tim said pulling my head down to kiss me.

Alas the good impaling came to an end all too soon. A quick shower and we were soon asleep in each other's arms. I slipped out of bed early the next morning to meditate on the balcony. The three scurvy knaves came up to give us a hand with breakfast. They kindly arrived with time to indulge in a little play. I sent the newlyweds upstairs to wake Tim while I buggered Dylan on the balcony. They three of them joined us in the bathroom while I was soaping Dylan. I didn't hang around because there was a lot to prepare. Dylan stepped out of the shower with me so he could give me a hand.

“Holy crap that's a lot of sausage.” Dylan said. “I keep forgetting how big a group we are. How will we get all those sausages cooked?”

“We'll have to bake them in the oven.” I said. “Here's the baking trays. I'll start preparing the batter. I suppose you'd like some with carob and cinnamon.”

“Yes indeed Pater.” Adam said. “How may we help?”

“I need two of you on waffles and one on green smoothies.” I said.

“I'll do the smoothies.” Tim said. “My Love can I do vegetable juice as well?”

“You can but I want everybody to have at least one glass of the smoothie.” I said. “There's roughage and fiber in the smoothie that isn't in the juice Adam. You'll have to speak to Petersen or Lao if you want to know more.”

“Tracy will know the answer or find out for me won't you Tracy?” Adam said. “Looks like you got here just in time to do coffee.”

“What's Rohan cooking?” Tracy asked.

“Potatoes with spinach and onions.” I said. “Dylan can give me a hand when he's got the sausages in the oven. We'll need some slow cookers set on warm in thirty-minutes and somebody to guard the sausages and waffles from Abby.”

“We'll take care of that for you.” Sophie said. “Come on J let's get them set up now.”

Cooking with the fucketeers was great fun. We fondled each other unashamedly. Samantha agreed with Lucille it was good to see our hands were on the outside of our pants. My housekeeper called it a miracle we had pants on at all. J was explaining to Abby there was never any need to taste test my food. Tracy got her to help set the table by pointing out the sooner the table was ready the sooner we would eat.

“I need Abby in here for a minute before you start.” I said dragging her to the kitchen. “You miscreants can look away. No peeking. Yes Morgan this never happened.”

“What you boys just heard was a kiss that never happened.” Abby said when I handed her a plate with a waffle, sausage and potatoes on it. “You can look now. This is just a dirty plate that you must have missed last night. I won't say a word boys.”

“I don't recall us having maple syrup with dinner.” Adam said licking his finger and placing the plate in the dishwasher. “I think Dad's being naughty again.”

“He's being saintly.” Abby said. “Now let me go get the table set so we can eat.”

J came in to ask me if I had any idea why Abby had maple syrup on her chin. I suggested it was because she could reach her chin easier than her toes. Tim thought that was a great explanation. J left mumbling about not knowing why I had appointed guards. Breakfast took a while because the gang all seemed to have the same favorite breakfast. A lot of food got consumed. We had barely cooked enough. Tim had everybody laughing when he told Leslie the impaling was magnificent and shared my dirty talking. My housekeeper sent me off shopping with Tim right after breakfast so I wouldn't get into trouble trying to help them clean up.

“Would you guys mind if I joined you?” Henry asked. “Lucille is helping with some homeschooling so I'm at a loose end.”

“We'd love you to join us.” Tim said. “My Love the milkshake place isn't open yet. Please be a dear and make us one. Thank you.”

Milkshakes in hand we headed out a few minutes later. Linens and napkins were our first priority so we could get them laundered. Tim was so concerned he'd mess it up he had Lawrence speak to the owner. Then Tim made a note of exactly what to say when he brought them back for cleaning. The kind owner made a friend for life when he showed Tim some sheets they had done just like we wanted ours. I caught Tim when he swooned with delight.

“That goes in your spare room.” Tim said the moment we entered our second gallery.

The painting showed Piccadilly Circus during a light snow storm in the Victorian era. We greeted the gallery manager and asked if he could deliver that painting or if we had to get it back to the apartment ourselves. Henry suggested it was an expensive work of art when the manager promised to deliver it in person later this afternoon. Tim asked if he could share a picture of the painting with our decorator to confirm it would work with the décor. We were looking for two other pieces he added. That got us permission to take all the pictures we wanted if we promised to delete them later. I readily promised.

Tim found the other two pieces at the gallery. I'd told him we were only buying pieces that he fell in love with the moment he saw them. I called Frederick to ask how he wanted us to pay for all this decorating. He chatted with Nathaniel who confirmed he was delivering them to my apartment this afternoon. Frederick would open an account this morning and drop off a debit card for Tim at the apartment. Tim would call Nathaniel with card number after lunch. Nathaniel got invited to stay for dinner and accepted when he heard I was making biryani. Like Tim he enjoyed the heat so one of his favorite travel destinations was the Middle East. I chatted with him about my time in Yemen. The food and the history were two of his favorite things about the region.

We stopped at the milkshake bar for some sustenance on the way home. Tim told me we couldn't linger because I had something to attend to before I got cooking lunch. He knew Leslie would be over at two which was why he suggested I attend to the important matter before I had lunch. When we entered the apartment building he placed a call and promised I'd head straight upstairs the moment I entered my apartment.

“This has happened so many time Henry there is no point in wondering or arguing.” I said. “Yes Tim I'm certain I'll figure it out when I get upstairs.”

Frederick was just leaving with a hot dog in hand when we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him quickly so he wouldn't be late meeting his wife for lunch. Dylan relieved me of my shake but promised to have one ready when I came down for lunch. First the chocolates and now my shake I grumbled as I got herded to the stairs. The sound of the shower running with an open bathroom door was all the clues I needed.

“Don't say a word.” I said pulling my shirt over my head and dropping my pants.

“That was quick.” the young man in the shower said.

“Hush. Kiss me.” I said wrapping my arms around his muscular body. “I need you so badly.”

Lifting him up so he could wrap his legs around my hips I pressed him against the shower wall while we kissed hungrily. My cock pressed insistently against his ass but I wasn't ready to penetrate him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to remind myself how he felt in my hands. I wanted to hear him moan in delight. Several minutes later I decided I'd done all three. Reaching down I pointed the head of my cock at his hole and slid inside him.

“Yes Rohan!” the boy moaned. “I need it so badly. Please fuck me hard.”

“I will but only because you asked so politely.” I said kneeling down so he lay on the shower floor.

Moving around on my knees I positioned my lover in a shoulder stand. Rising up on my knees gave me the height I needed to drive down into his ass. I braced myself on the wall behind him by leaning forward. This allowed me to look down at him. I relished seeing every expression that crossed his face. Damn the boy's ass was as tight as Clifton's. How he did it I had no idea but when he clenched I thought he''d crush me. The hardness of his muscles softened by his bowels felt so good. I picked up my pace.

The fucking wasn't pretty. We were just two guys consumed with getting off. One a horny teenager and one an older guy lucky enough to fuck a teenager. That was enough for both of us to selfishly seek our own pleasure. No thought given to the other person. My orgasm. His ass was nice but my orgasm was what I wanted. Cute, hot, groaning and jerking his cock was quite nice but it only mattered because it was getting me off. Watching him jerk off into his own mouth pushed me over the edge. Cursing him for denying me this pleasure more often I pumped cum inside his ass. Thinking of gravity pulling it deeper into him kept me pumping until I thought I'd never stop. Wrung out and too weak to stand I collapsed on top of my lover.

“Thank you Bryce.” I said. “I'll get off you in about six hours when I can stand again.”

“Your housekeeper thought you could use a hand so she sent me up.” Dylan said. “I got here in time to see the finale. Don't move Dad. I need you to blow me.”

Bryce smiled up at us. He assured Dylan he didn't mind waiting for me to blow him before I got off him. The view was very nice from down there. I felt better about having Bryce swallow his load now I got to swallow Dylan's. We were drying when my housekeeper knocked and told me fresh clothing was laid out on the bed. Yes I could and did hand her my dirty clothes. Leslie agreed we had enough help so Bryce and Tim could spend the afternoon hanging out together. They could help later by setting the table because Tim had done it so well the last time.

The good thing about doing an Arabian dinner was being able to do some Indian vegetable dishes. There was a long tradition of vegetarianism to draw from so you could always find something tasty that didn't scream Indian. Flatbread was flatbread. Lentils with onion, garlic and a hint of cayenne could be served with any European dish. The biryani wasn't complicated just time-consuming. There were a lot of steps in preparing the ingredients. The onions got fried and removed from the oil. The meat needed browning. Then the rice got cooked and seasoned with some saffron. Almonds needed toasting. I boiled and diced some eggs. Fried some potatoes we had boiled earlier. Today I was mixing this together pilaf-style. Leslie was happy to let me make a layered biryani that baked in the oven for them next week.

The chicken baked while we made the biryani. The slow cookers proved invaluable in keeping our main dishes warm while we made the vegetables. The gang helped Tim and Bryce get the apartment ready before Lao and Zumu arrived. Dylan knew Leslie wanted to spend some time with Zumu so he led her from the kitchen when they arrived. Zumu agreed to join Leslie in a glass of white wine on the balcony.

“Rohan do you have anything planned for tomorrow morning?” Sophie asked before I headed back in to the kitchen after greeting Zumu.

“Nothing until lunch with Patricia.” I said. “I'd love to go visit the countertop shop. Would you speak to the owner and see if they'd mind the fucketeers joining us?”

“I'll call him now.” Sophie said. “He's given us his cellphone number in the past when we've done work for Emily.”

Green beans by the skillet full I announced gleefully to Dylan. He got two skillets just like me. I poured in the oil, tossed in some mustard seeds, a little garlic and then the beans. Toss, swirl, cover and let simmer while we fondled our assistants. Fondling interrupted by Nathaniel with his case containing the three pictures. Tim asked him to keep them out of sight until we could join in the reveal. I quickly introduced the chefs before he went with Tracy to choose some wine and meet the gang. We caught our green beans just in time. They went in to the warm oven. Adam and Morgan stepped up to take care of the cauliflower. Dylan's work was complete so he headed off to chat with Nathaniel.

“Tim we need your serving platters.” I called poking my head out the kitchen.

“Coming my Love.” Tim said. “Dylan and I have it all under control. Keep your cauliflower cool.”

“I'll scorch some buns before the sun rises tomorrow.” I threatened. “Nicely timed. How's Nathaniel doing Dylan?”

“Very nicely.” Dylan said calmly. “Tim tells me Lawrence suggested he try this gallery so it's not surprising Nathaniel is falling for Bryce.”

“Never fear my Love.” Tim said kissing me. “Bryce doesn't know what is happening but he's falling for Nathaniel.”

“Tell J to have a quick chat with him.” I said. “Now would be good. I'll hold dinner under the pretext of checking in with Lao about the apartment makeover. They have as long as they need but let J know we are holding dinner. Why now when we're about to serve dinner? Speaking of scorched buns I've a good mind to delay dinner some more while I do some scorching. The scurvy knave is a true fucketeer.”

“Feeling better Pater?” Adam asked. “Have a glass of wine and go chat with Lao. Quickly now.”

I learned there were a few things that needed to be included but Tim had a list. The extra shopping had earned Lao and Zumu another kiss. Sophie came over to say the fucketeers could join us in the morning. I was finishing my wine when J and Bryce returned. Bryce kissed me on his way to the balcony where Tim was chatting with Nathaniel.

“Come on my Love it's dinner time.” Tim said helping Zumu up. “I'm starving. I've also had a very busy day. We will need to make it an early night. Zumu all this redecorating is tiring. Do you think Lao will be upset if I invited you to tea soon to make up for this early night?”

“I think he'll be fine if the other boys chaperone us.” Zumu said. “Leslie please remind me to keep room for dessert. Sometimes I forget with the lovely food Rohan serves.”

“Reminding you will be a good reminder for me.” Leslie said. “I'll also remind Rohan to make up a little to go for you.”

“No trouble at all.” Tracy said. “You are the reason Lao goes gently on me with my training. This is my thank you.”

“Once again I have the not-so-scurvy scurvy knaves to thank for their help.” I said before we ate. “Leslie's bravery needs a special mention. She spent three hours in the kitchen with us. Nathaniel showed no less courage in accepting our invitation. Unfortunately Daizan and Mu had another engagement and couldn't make it tonight. They have promised to join us next weekend to celebrate the completion of the makeover. So I'd like us to toast absent friends and new friends.”

“Absent friends and new friends.” the others said touching glasses.

We chatted and pretended not to notice Nathaniel and Bryce only had eyes for each other. The others let Tim know it was totally unfair that he'd enjoyed this chicken dish twice in one week. Then if that wasn't bad enough he was also enjoying lamb biryani in the same week.

“Righteous living.” Tim said calmly. “That's why the gods have blessed me this week with such fine food and an apartment makeover in the same week. Marrying a clergyman is doing wonders for me with the gods.”

“All I can say is if the clergyman is Rohan then it's most likely riotous living.” Henry said.

“That's the best sort of righteous living.” Tim said. “Monasteries are too cold for me.”

“I hate to interrupt the merriment but I have something I must say while Zumu is away from the table.” I said. “I'm just going to serve a small helping of dessert. We will see Zumu off then have some more. Tracy we must make it up to her in her to go parcel. Thank you Nathaniel for going along with it. Would you mind setting up the pictures between courses? Tim will hold a blanket up while you set them on the sideboard. No peeking guys.”

“Don't worry Lao I'll put it together for Zumu.” Dr. Deidre said. “I'm not certain who is worse between Tracy and Rohan when it comes to dessert. Right now I think it is a tie.”

“Thank you Doctor.” Lao said. “Thank you Rohan for your kindness.”

True to her word Dr. Deidre kept a close watch in the kitchen as we prepared the honey vodka custard to serve with the lemon cakes I'd baked this afternoon. I frosted the cakes while Tracy and Dr. Deidre made the custard. When Dr. Deidre was putting together a to go parcel for Lao and Zumu I told Tim it was time for them to ready the pictures. Bryce helped hold the one end and kept his eyes turned towards the table. I set bowls of dessert in front of the guests.

“Dr. Deidre is keeping an eye on our dessert portions.” I said apologetically. “Zumu we will have to slip away for tea soon. We'll arrange for Lao and Dr. Deidre to go on a date at the same time so we can indulge ourselves.”

“Good plan Rohan.” Zumu said. “My calendar is free next week.”

Tim stepped forward to reveal the painting of Piccadilly Circus. The others guessed it was for the office. The second picture was off a Buddhist monastery in India. This obviously had to go in the living room. The dining room painting was by a British artist who was heavily influenced by John Constable. We might not have been able to buy a Constable but this young lady made me think I was looking at one of his paintings. The painting we had chosen was of a cathedral viewed across an open field.

“The church plays a large part in you lives Tim so it makes sense to have this art.” Leslie said. “The British cathedral is nicely balanced by the Buddhist temple. India was a British colony so you have the British theme in all the paintings. The two places of worship show the openness of the Order you have chosen.”

“Supporting a young artist is very nice of you.” Lucille said. “Nathaniel do you have more of her work? I'd like to see them soon. A nature scene would be nice for our living room.”

Zumu complimented Tim on his choices. Dr. Deidre had judged our portions nicely. We were able to get through them quickly but not so quickly it aroused suspicion. Tim and the scurvy knaves insisted on seeing Lao and Zumu to their car. They told Zumu seeing her to the car allowed them to steal another kiss. Somebody had to carry their to go parcels Tracy pointed out. Bryce helped Nathaniel place the paintings safely in the closet of my spare room. Tracy agreed with me the wee bit of power she'd tasted had gone straight to Dr. Deidre's head. We got banished from the kitchen. Dr. Deidre was supervising dessert portions tonight. The second portions were considerably larger which eased our concerns.

The rest of the guests took to-go parcels when I pointed out Patricia was treating me to lunch tomorrow. Then it was football at her place so we'd most likely have dinner at the orphanage. Nathaniel thanked us for a lovely dinner. We weren't surprised when he offered Bryce a ride home.

“We're going to the countertop factory in the morning so unless you have a hot date you are sleeping here tonight.” I said grabbing hold of Dylan and pulling him back into the apartment. “No sense in traveling back and forth. All you're doing is making us wait longer.”

“That's the foreplay Scoundrel.” Dylan explained. “Looks like I'm spending the night with the old timers Mom. I've got some clothes here for tomorrow. Good night.”

“Since I'm an old-timer I might as well dispense an old-fashioned spanking.” I said as I led the two young gents to the living room. “First we need a nightcap. Bourbon or brandy guys? Bourbon it is. Why aren't you shedding clothes? Hop to it! Strip. Must I do all the work around here?”

“I didn't want to distract you while you were preparing drinks my Love.” Tim said getting on with getting naked.

“The two of us fucking wouldn't distract Gramps from his drinks.” Dylan said pulling off his shirt. “Speaking of fucking let me get you ready. Tim warm lubricant isn't as much fun as cold. Boy did you jump. A pity it was my finger and not my cock inside you.”

“Ooh you could find yourself getting a warm-up spanking before the old-fashioned one.” Tim warned. “Luckily for you a loving husband delivered my drink. Now who's taking his time getting naked? Don't worry Gramps we'll fix that for you. Much better.”

The two of them settled on either side of me. We stretched out with our feet on the coffee table to enjoy our drinks. The apartment looked very pretty in the candlelight. All three of us were very glad that Bryce and Nathaniel seemed to have become friends. Tim brought over a laptop so we could browse some land for sale in Colorado. We also browsed some existing homes. Dylan got so caught up in looking at properties I had time for another drink. When I finished this drink it was getting late so I called an end to our shopping, scooped them both into my arms and carried them to the bedroom.

“Scoundrel it looks like you've been thinking naughty thoughts?” Tim said when my erection brushed his thigh.

“That makes me wonder why we're getting spanked.” Dylan said as I laid him across my knees.

“Because the two hard cocks pressing against my legs tells me you boys are full of wicked thoughts.” I said picking up a hairbrush from the bedside table.

I had settled in the middle of the bed and propped myself up against the pillow. I had stretched my legs out in front of me with my thighs covered by the lovely bodies of two young lads. Their bubble-butts so nicely dimpled and begging for a spanking. Finding a sight prettier than those four white cheeks takes a lot of doing I tell you. I set about seeing if four red cheeks would be more appealing.

Gentle but solid the initial blows were laid on rhythmically to help them relax. I doubted I'd lull them into relaxing too much but one never knew. There was always the chance however slight. Tonight was not the night I would catch them unawares. The scurvy knaves actually kissed each other during the warm up. I took that as my cue it was time for me to grab their attention. A snap of the wrist imparted just the right bite.

“Ouch! About ow fucking time!” Dylan said. “Nice sting Scoundrel.”

“Not too shabby.” Tim agreed. “Ouch! Holy crap! You had it just right three smacks back my Love. Damn that smarts.”

Their legs were soon kicking reflexively as I really set about warming their cheeks in earnest. Every kick of their legs seemed to pump blood into my cock. My cock just wouldn't lie still beneath their kicking and squirming bodies. I shifted my focus from spanking them to seeing how aroused I gout get before my resistance crumbled. Draping my left arm over their shoulders I picked up the pace. Blows rained down in a hurry on the writhing boys. Those white cheeks were more reminiscent of the sun than the moon when I gave in to the allure of fucking them.

“Too fucking cute for my own good.” I said rolling them off my thighs. “How do I decide which ass gets fucked first?”

“Fucking hell! Like I care.” Tim said gasping for air. “Any one! Quickly Scoundrel. I'm so fucking horny I could burst.”

“Oh you'll burst all right.” I promised. “I think I'll have both of you. A double-decker fuck!”

“Good old Dad and his love of London.” Dylan said as I set him down on top of Tim's back. “Please Scoundrel pick up the pace. Fuck me!”

“Oh gods yes!” Tim said when I invaded his ass.

My focus remained on my pleasure. There are times when one wants to draw out the pleasure. You know those days when you take your time jerking off. When you stretch out languidly as you squeeze, fondle and stroke yourself slowly. Really allowing yourself to enjoy every sensation and even slowing down when the pleasure lightly touches that point-of-no-return. Well tonight was not one of those nights.

Two tight asses lay before me and I had a hard-on blindly seeking relief. I fucked them both as rapidly as I could. My hips driving my cock all the way in and all the way back. Stopping when just the head of my cock rested inside them. Plunging back inside those lovely depths. Dylan's ass. Tim's ass. Dylan. Tim. Dylan. The force of my blows bouncing them on the bed. I spanked the inside of their asses with the same urgency I'd reddened the outside.

“Wow!” Dylan said as he took his pummeling. “Fucking hell this is great! Oh gods! Harder Dad! Fuck your son! Harder!”

“He can't surely.” Tim said when I re-entered his ass. “Come on you bastard prove me fucking wrong!”

“Almost there Dad.” Dylan warned. “Don't ease up! You can do it! Come on Scoundrel punish my ass!”

“You won't waste that treat Son!” I promised withdrawing from Tim.

Grabbing a pillow soon had them propped up on their backs. Tim followed my instructions to pin Dylan's arms against the bed. Ignoring Dylan's curses I plunged my quivering cock back inside him. Thrusting forward and downward I groaned in relief as his ass clamped down on me. Tim grinned up at me from beneath Dylan. I leaned forward and kissed him as I worked my way deeper inside my son. The thrusting going on and on and on. My patience wearing out even faster than theirs. Gods I wanted to cum. I wanted to unload so badly.

“Help me Son!” I said breaking off a kiss. “Get me off. Yes like that! Squeeze! Love you guys so fucking.....Yes! Aaahhhh! Oh yes! Phew! Fuck that's better. Why did it take you so long Son? Cruelty to old-timers is punishable with a spanking. What's that? Hmm it's a lovely erection you have there.”

“Please Dad just blow it!” Dylan begged. “Please! You filled me so nicely let me fill you.”

A minute at the most was all it took for Dylan to arch up as if doing so would expel his load quicker. His cum struck the roof of my mouth forcibly. I gulped quickly as he pumped cum into me. Swallowing rapidly I realized my son was starting to produce more and more cum with every orgasm. I didn't mind at all. He could never produce too much.

“What have we here?” I asked lifting Dylan up by the ankles and looking at the mess Tim had made. “What a mess!”

Turning Dylan over I set him facedown alongside Tim. Then I set about licking cum off the hollow of his back and the tops of his cheeks. By the time I was down with him and had cleaned up Tim there was another erection waiting for me. I didn't hesitate to take it in my mouth. My husband didn't seem to mind me wanting another load from him. He also didn't mind me sliding two fingers inside him. Cock or fingers it didn't seem to matter to him. I know it didn't matter to me. They were both going to go to sleep well fucked. I sucked hard on Tim's cock and stroked him on the inside. The wonderful lad responded magnificently and fed me a generous load.

This time I carried them to the bathroom tucked under my arms. Dylan sucked my cock while I washed Tim. I didn't waste any time with words. This was about groping, kissing, sucking and unspoken desire.

“Fuck me Beloved.” I said a few minutes later. “Keep sucking Son. I'll tell you when to stop.”

When I felt myself standing on the brink of my second orgasm I called a halt to the sucking and the fucking. A grumbling Tim soon found himself pinned against the shower wall with my cock up his ass. He wrapped his legs around my hips and settled down on me with a sigh. Mumbling “Bastard” over and over he let me use his ass. I filled his ass as he kept up with his litany. Keeping him off the ground I motioned Dylan over. I held Tim in place while Dylan leaned in to feast on Tim's cock.

“I'm so fucking in love with a bastard.” Tim said with a blissful sigh as Dylan raised his head.

“Go ahead Son.” I said when Dylan looked up at me.

“What? No more! Please.” Tim said.

“Only a little!” Dylan said bringing his hand up between Tim and me to swat Tim's ass.

“Ouch! Oh fuck that hurts.” Tim said.

I couldn't tell if Tim was disappointed or relieved when Dylan stopped after twelve smacks. I rinsed them off and ushered them from the shower to dry while I rinsed off.

“There's the pervert I've come to know and love.” Dylan said slapping my semi-erect cock on the way to bed. “He's had us both and looks almost ready for round three.”

“Well if he's up for a third round he's all yours.” Tim said. “My Love too much of a good thing leads to raccoon eyes in old-timers. Try not to make too much noise buggering Dylan.”

“Let's tuck Tim in and take a little walk.” I suggested. “There's a very comfortable couch downstairs.”

“You mean? Again?” Dylan asked in surprise as he gave my cock a gentle tug. “I'll be asleep on my feet tomorrow but why not?”

“Huh! What makes you think he'll let you up on your feet anytime soon?” Tim asked from beneath the covers as we kissed him goodnight.

Now that my desire had been well-slaked I was able to relax and enjoy fucking my son. Dylan knew he could fall asleep but he stayed awake as I took him from behind. He lay there with his back pressed against my torso and let me run my hands over the front of his wonderful body. I rolled his cock and balls in my hand. I tweaked his nipples. Then I returned to toying with his cock. Stroking, squeezing and tugging I played with him and used his ass to milk me of my third load. Dylan also unloaded again. He sighed when I led him back upstairs for a shower.

“Care to try an experiment?” I asked as we headed downstairs. “Help me move the coffee table aside. There we go.”

We spent the next thirty minutes doing the healing mandala sequence. Dylan told me he felt more alert after our Tai Chi. Then we snuggled under a blanket on the couch and promptly fell asleep. I woke feeling better than I had in a while.

“Again?” Tim asked as I buggered him awake.

“Yes indeed.” I said jerking him off.

Now that he was awake I picked up the pace. Tim sighed blissfully as he sprayed his chest and stomach with cum. I kissed him while I unloaded inside him. We were still kissing when Dylan mounted me. I kept on kissing my husband until Dylan had climaxed twice inside me. Once again I had the boys out the shower drying each other while I rinsed off. Before I could step out the shower the other two fucketeers came looking for us.

“We've unleashed a monster.” Dylan said kissing them at the bathroom door. “He's all yours guys.”

“Good luck.” Tim said. “Morgan he'll suck you dry and then blow you twice more. Sex-starved takes on a whole new meaning with Rohan today.”

“Don't worry Dad I'll feed you.” Adam said hopping into the shower. “Help yourself.”

“Room for one more?” Morgan asked pressing his cock against my lips.

Tracy groaned but my housekeeper just laughed when I finally made it downstairs. I had a huge grin on my face and felt so happy there was no containing the joy. Grabbing her hands I drew Tracy towards me and danced a few steps with her. Then I danced with my housekeeper. Dylan didn't have time to warn Sophie before I took her hands in mine. J got slung over my shoulder and carried upstairs.

“Monstrous appetite.” I heard Dylan say as I carried J to the bedroom.

Swallowing J's load helped assuage my hunger for cum but it made me aware of my hunger for a more conventional sausage. I carried J downstairs and sat him on Sophie's lap. Then I entered the kitchen to create breakfast and a little mayhem.

“Hand me a plate Dylan.” I said. “Where's the waffle Morgan? Adam go find somebody to foist this food on. Tracy I need another Irish coffee. Thank you. Tim where's the waffle batter? Morgan is running low. Pick up the pace. Here's a kiss to motivate and inspire. Adam who needs food? Leslie how do you want your eggs? Same for Ivan? They'll be right up.”

Abby, Leslie and Dr. Deidre came in to relieve the boys so they could eat. Leslie told me seconds would be served when everybody had eaten. That included me. I couldn't eat while cooking. The boys grinned when I cleaned my plate in record time and rushed back to the kitchen. Sophie called a halt to the fun when I sat down for thirds. The boys cleared up while I finished eating.

Tim had pictures of our existing countertops on his phone. Sophie had printed the measurements and a sketch of my kitchen layout for the guys. I pulled Tim close to me as I looked at the different wood options. He also liked the hickory. The maple also caught our eye. What a dilemma. We decided on hickory because that had been my first choice. I wasn't leaving anything to chance so I called Petersen to find out how I wanted the countertops sealed. What most people called “food safe” was usually a different interpretation to me. They didn't use what Petersen suggested so we went out and bought some while they got started cutting the countertops.

“My Love since you're going out for lunch and a football game why don't we see if we can get the kitchen painted today?” Tim asked. “Sophie tells me her painter has an office nearby and we have an hour before we meet up with Patricia.”

“That way you don't have to worry about getting paint on your new countertops.” Adam said. “I like the idea Tim. You're a natural.”

“I think it's a great idea.” I said. “Worthy of a reward.”

The others laughed when Tim hid behind Sophie. Sophie smiled when Tim told her it had been an incredible night and morning but he'd like a chance to get some air. The painters told him they could do the kitchen this afternoon. The sooner they got started the better they agreed. They assured me if we left the kitchen window open through the night I wouldn't have any new paint smell to deal with in the morning. Tim was getting giddy at the thought of having one room finished by lunch time on Monday. The painter called my housekeeper to let her know he would be there soon.

The art gallery was just a couple of blocks away and we had twenty-minutes to kill so I suggested we go browse the pictures. Sophie was curious to see some of the other paintings by our British artist. The boys teased Nathaniel about being at work so early. He blushed but knelt to hug and kiss the boys. I ambled over with Tim and Sophie to where the paintings were hanging while the boys greeted Nathaniel.

“My Love we have that narrow space to the right of the stove.” Tim said thoughtfully. “I was thinking of hanging three decorative plates in it but that's a lovely, slender painting of a tree and a pond. Let me give your housekeeper a call and have her measure the space.”

Minutes later Nathaniel was placing a sold sticker on the picture. Tim promised we'd be over on Monday to pick it up. He was going shopping for the other kitchen accessories Monday morning. Patricia met us at the gallery. She told Tim it was a lovely painting. Then she linked her arms through ours and led us away.

“You're looking thoughtful my Love.” Tim said as we drove off. “Worried about a conspiracy?”

“No I'm not worried about one.” I said. “The fact nobody else even got asked to join us tells me you guys have something else planned. What other reason could there be for the calmness surrounding us? This is the calm before the storm.”

“Welcome to storm Joseph.” Tim said when we arrived at our restaurant.

“Another pretty gal Rohan.” Joseph said as he approached us. “You are a lucky man. A skinny lucky man though. You need more luck and more food. Come along I'll fix that for you. Lovely outfit Rohan. Very stylish and modern. I know you didn't choose it. Five years or more out-of-date is Rohan's usual style Patricia. Clueless I tell you. A master in the kitchen but hopeless with style. This has to be somebody else's choice. You tell him I said he has a great eye. No need to look at the menu. I'll send some wine over. So good to see you again. Won't be long. Appetizers will be right out. No not me Rohan. Nibble on your husband.”

“He hasn't stopped nibbling on me since last night.” Tim protested. “Thank goodness the other fucketeers and J helped out. I can't believe Dylan was brave enough to go downstairs with him last night. He was in exceptional form Patricia. Last night and this morning. I'm trying to get a break before we get home tonight.”

“Rohan I need your help.” Joseph said sitting down in my lap and holding out a plate of onion rings. “Caramelized onions, roasted garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, spinach, oregano, thyme, ground lamb and a cheese. Please don't say feta. I need another cheese.”

“Fresh Asiago on top and Pecorino Romano mixed in.” I said earning myself a flurry of kisses. “Don't forget the rosemary.”

“Brilliant! Didn't I tell you Patricia?” Joseph asked excitedly. “He'd have himself a second husband if he dressed like he cooked. Absolutely incredible. Such a genius. Must dash. Food to prepare. Sweet potatoes or regular? Both. I might have known. A round with each. Yes I'll surprise you. Thank you Rohan. Of course it had to be Asiago. Simple. Brilliant. Oh my.”

“What a lovely man.” Patricia said. “Do you have any idea what he was preparing? I mean it could be anything. Meat loaf or a burger or something like you did with the phyllo.”

“Whatever it is those cheeses will work.” I said helping myself to an onion ring. “The fries means we are most likely getting a burger.”

We did get a burger. The first round was with sweet potato fries. Joseph insisted if we liked it he'd be calling it the Rohan burger on their menu. Tim was curious to know how it felt to have a burger named after me. Patricia thought it very fitting. I warned Joseph once the gang heard they'd all insist on trying it. My threat didn't change his mind. All Joseph needed was the approval of Tim and Patricia to decide the Rohan burger was now an official menu item. I had to admit it was a delicious burger. Crepes with berries, ice-cream and whipped cream rounded off the meal.

“What bill?” Joseph asked when Patricia called him over. “You inspired a new menu item. Really my dear it's a pleasure.”

The dour head waiter took pictures of us each kissing Joseph. He told us we were smart to hand him off to the next person so he couldn't bolt. The other diners applauded when we finished. I swatted Joseph as he headed off to get himself a G&T. Tim rode up front with Patricia. I stretched out on the back seat. A short while later we were outside her room.

“Sorry we must have the wrong address.” I said quickly closing the door on the crowd inside her room. “Patricia there's all sorts of unsavory characters behind that door. Your room must be down and to the left not down and to the right. Joseph can leave you a little confused.”

“Get in there Rohan.” Patricia said pushing me in to the room. “From what I hear you didn't find them unsavory earlier today.”

“Maybe he needs a reminder.” Adam said. “I'm sure Patricia has a private room somewhere we can go and jog your er memory Dad.”

“There's this acupressure point that is very good for jogging the memory.” Morgan said. “Happens to be good for your spiritual practice as well. I'll gladly show you where it is for a dozen kisses if you've forgotten about it.”

“Never mind.” I said. “You can show me later. Right now I need a beer. Please tell me somebody bought beers.”

“Here you are Dad.” Dylan said handing me a beer. “Cheers! We're watching Tennessee play Michigan State. Then Oregon plays Stanford after dinner.”

“I love the name Tennessee so I'll support them.” Tim decided touching his glass to mine. “What's that Juliet? Oh their nickname is the volunteers. No doubt they will volunteer to give Rohan's team a lesson in football.”

“The Spartans will display military precision in this victory.” I said confidently. “Your guys look old enough to have volunteered for the Napoleonic wars.”

“History wasn't my strong point my Love but I seem to recall the Spartans were around a little before Napoleon.” Tim said. “A few centuries before wasn't it?”

“That means they aren't old.” Dylan said. “They're fossilized.”

“Somebody is going to find their cute butt vandalized in a bit.” I declared kissing Dylan.

The good thing about football is being able to lose yourself in the game for a few hours. I cursed, cajoled, encouraged my team and kissed Tim a lot for the next three hours. The beer flowed freely. I dimly recall J heading out for more. The game went to overtime which we disregarded and called it an honorable draw. While the teams played overtime Dylan asked me if I'd enjoyed my lunch. The gang loved hearing about the Rohan burger. I promised if the makeover went well I'd take the entire gang to have Rohan burgers on Saturday. I could always cook a celebratory dinner Sunday.

Dinner was Beef Stroganoff served over rice noodles. There was plenty of spinach salad to go with it. By the time I got through the cobblers for dessert I was one very happy man. Dylan swore he heard me purring in delight a couple of times. The Ducks beat the Cardinal which meant Tim ended the day as victor.

“My Love you have it backwards.” Tim protested. “To the victor goes the spoils so you don't get to despoil the victor. Now if you wanted to spoil the victor.”

“I think he's done enough spoiling of this victor for a bit.” my housekeeper said. “He won't lose his touch Tim. I agree being the victor gives you the right to despoil him.”

Patricia led me to the office to sing a lullaby for the kids over the PA system. I pulled Dylan and Adam close to me as I leaned back in my chair and let my Lady sing for the kids. Then I led the gang down to the garden for some wine as a nightcap. Dylan told Tim he'd love the opportunity to turn the tables on me tonight. Amanda laughed when I admitted whatever they did to me tonight wasn't going to cause me to regret last night. Tracy smiled when I told them Tim had made me wait until this morning to even things between him and Dylan.

Sophie and J dropped the three of us off at the apartment. They came upstairs to see the new color scheme in the kitchen. My housekeeper had let me know the painters expected to do a little touching up after they put in the new countertops. The upper cabinets had remained white but the lower cabinets were now a bluish-gray. Tim reminded us proper decorators called the color livid. The silver hardware on the cabinets would match the new faucet.

“There will be a backsplash my Love.” Tim said showing me the sketch on his phone. “Carrara marble subway tile Emily calls it. I think it will be perfect. The contrast between the bluish-gray to the white cabinets will be smoother. We'll have to put the new hardware on. I don't mind my Love.”

Sophie, J and Dylan loved the new look. J told me it was very masculine. Leaving the curtains and drapes until the end was a nice way to go Sophie complimented Tim. A tip she might use in her work with Emily. I was glad the bamboo flooring didn't need replacing. Emily had assured me having two or even three different woods in a room could work. Now that I'd seen the hickory countertops I could see she was right.

“This is a dramatic change but I honestly do like it Tim.” I said taking him in my arms. “Now do we continue with the blue in the cookware or go with an orange?”

“Orange.” Tim said immediately. “I don't want it too blue in here. A couple of blue pieces will be okay. Don't worry Scoundrel I'll go shopping for everything. You need to get super fit so I don't worry about you when you workout or spar. Gods this is so much fun.”

“You have more fun planned for tonight so we'll leave you guys alone.” Sophie said. “I've spoken to Tim and he's agreed to have the painters in to work on your home office accent wall on Monday. That way they will be here to touch up things in the kitchen. The countertops are going in first thing Monday morning. The backsplash will get done the moment they leave. I think if you do breakfast casseroles Tuesday morning we'll be okay. Can you prepare them on the dining room table?”

“Yes I can.” I said. “We'll order pizzas for lunch Tuesday so we can give the countertops a little extra time to settle. Tim can you have the kitchen ready on Tuesday afternoon?”

“The curtains might be the only thing missing.” Tim said. “I might need to order them online and wait a day for them. You'll still have your regular cookware. New piece in. Old piece out is how I'm doing it. Well as much as I can.”

“What are your plans for Tuesday afternoon Sophie?” I asked. “I was thinking it would be nice if you, J and Dylan helped me prepare dinner in my new kitchen. Morgan and Adam will be looking after Tim.”

“We'll be here at four.” Sophie promised. “The excitement is unbearable and it isn't even my kitchen.”

“Don't forget when you get through with your makeover there is Morgan and Adam's wedding.” J reminded me.

“I must speak to the boys about it over a milkshake.” I said. “We were going to do it right after we got back but I think it would be nice if their love nest was ready for them when they married.”

“Good thinking my Love.” Tim said. “They can honeymoon at their new home and we'll save money on the hotel for their honeymoon. Sophie I have to pay for three more sets of napkins and sheets. Thank goodness Edgar showed me this wonderful accounting app to help me keep track of projects. I'm so in debt to Rohan I feel like a small government.”

“The debt of gratitude I owe you far exceeds the pittance you believe you owe me.” I said pulling Tim tight against me. “Joy is far more precious than paper.”

“Dust is getting to me again.” Tim said reaching up to kiss me. “Dylan please give me a hand with this sweet old codger. That was so sweet I couldn't possibly lift a paddle to him.”

“What about a tawes? A hairbrush? A flogger?” Dylan asked. “I understand. Fortunately as your fellow fucketeer I'll help you out by wielding the fifteen-inches of leather. Good night Mom. Good night J. Come along Pater we'll go get ready while Mom helps Tim get that dust out of his eyes. You know tucking me under your arm makes it impossible for me to keep my dignity. Swatting my butt adds insult to injury Pater. No don't stop. Better an undignified spanking than none at all.”

I was standing with my legs spread and my hands on the back of the head when Tim entered the bedroom. Dylan was standing to my left swinging the promised fifteen inches of leather. The paddle had put a nice red glow in my cheeks by this time. There was a sting but no burn yet. I was confident we'd get there soon judging by the force of the blows.

Standing on his toes Tim kissed me while he stripped. I smiled when he asked if I was having fun. That was Dylan's cue because suddenly my son decided it was time for a sing-a-long.

“I've been spanking Pater / All the live long day.” Dylan sang. “I've been spanking Pater / Just to pass the time away.”

“Sorry my Love.” Tim said laughing. “I need to give the bright spark a kiss. Yes I'll give him one for you.”

The spanking continued through the two kisses. Tim stretched out on the bed after kissing Dylan to watch the show.

“Carry on.” Tim said reaching out for my drink. “I'll buy you another my Love. Bottoms up.”

“This spanking will end soon.” I warned Tim.

“Huh as if somebody as honorable as you could stay mad at a cute boy like me.” Tim said confidently. “Dylan let's pick up the pace. Church is tomorrow morning not evening and I have plans for that lovely cock of Pater's.”

“I guess twenty-minutes is long enough for a warm-up.” Dylan said. “Better ground yourself Pater.”

Stepping slightly forward of me Dylan brought the paddle down hard against my cheeks. I enjoyed the feel of the paddle flattening my cheeks as much as I enjoyed watching it flatten other boys' cheeks. The challenge of standing still beneath the force of the blows was such a rush. Especially when the paddle is being swung by your son who is just on the verge of being a teenager. Add to this a fifteen year old husband who knelt in front of me to take me in his mouth and suddenly we'd gone from simmer to rapid boil.

Clever Tim was allowing the blows to drive my cock into his mouth. He released me when my hips instinctively moved back to receive the next blow. Dylan decided this was the best multitasking ever. Spanking me and fucking Tim's face simultaneously was so fucking good I agreed. Also so fucking arousing.

“I hate being a killjoy but if this continues any longer I'll be feeding Tim my load.” I warned them.

“Looks like Tim's okay with it.” Dylan said with a wicked smile. “Boy oh boy I'll be in for such a scolding when your housekeeper sees your butt. Street cred to the max Pater. I'll take it. You've taken this beating very well.”

“Soon Beloved. Fucking soon.” I said through gritted teeth.

Shortening his strokes did nothing to relieve the burn. My ass would burn for a while even if he stopped. Dylan spanked me through my orgasm with a flurry of short, sharp blows. I bucked and squirmed and cursed as the pain merged with the pleasure. Shaking my head and drawing in huge breaths I managed to get refocused on the room. Tim was looking up at me with a very satisfied smirk on his face. Dylan theatrically blew on my paddle and left to place it on the altar. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. A good belly laugh that shook my whole body. Tim joined in. I helped him up.

“What's next?” I asked between kisses.

“We get to fuck you.” Dylan said. “Face down. Ass up. Oh gods your ass is so hot.”

“A fucking furnace.” Tim said sliding inside me. “Nice thrashing Dylan. Oh Scoundrel you know how I love the heat.”

The pace Tim set guaranteed he wouldn't last long. I knew we'd lingered over the spanking and decided it was long past their bedtime. Topping from the bottom I dragged a protesting Tim to his orgasm quicker then he intended. Ignoring his curses to slow down I clenched my ass around his cock. Then I thrust my ass back to meet his thrusts. Working his cock I soon had him writhing at my hot, well-thrashed end.

A grateful Dylan thanked him for not dampening the fire in my ass. Tim collected some kisses for stoking it some more while Dylan pounded me. He had no objections to me working his cock over with my ass. I told Tim to eat Dylan's ass. The treat of turning his ass as red as mine if Dylan didn't unload in three minutes got him moving. Dylan thanked me because it also got three fingers up his ass, a few swats and a very busy tongue lapping away at his hole.

“Fill me Son.” I said. “Please fill me now.”

“Almost Pater!” Dylan said somehow managing to pick up the pace a little more. “Here Scoundrel! Take it! Every drop! Fuck yeah!”

Gladly did I take every drop. How incredible it was to know that in my ass the semen from my son was mingling with the semen from my husband. The thought helped my semi-erect cock fill out some more. Being a horny old goat was something I enjoyed I decided as we walked to the shower. I pinned Tim against the wall, entered him still a little soft and soon firmed up inside him.

“You know Dylan married life is fucking amazing.” Tim said as I pounded his ass.

“I am pretty amazed at all the fucking.” Dylan said before he leaned between us to suck on Tim's cock.

“You can have that load if you've got one to replace it.” I said dropping a hand to grope my son's ass.

The sweet lad did have one to replace it. The married old-fogies went to sleep that night both topped and bottomed. We had to agree this marriage was proving one of our more brilliant decisions. Dylan thanked us for giving him hope that a marriage could be a good thing.

The next morning he decided having a dad around to step in for his boyfriend was pretty amazing. I had lingered a little too long on the balcony with Dylan so Tim pulled the balcony door shut and drew the curtain when my housekeepers arrived. Nothing was going to interrupt buggering Dylan beneath the blanket. Besides we were almost done. Ten-minutes later we greeted them wrapped in our blanket.

“Scold Dylan if you must but you're better off not seeing Rohan's butt his morning.” Tim said pulling the blanket closed behind us. “A very good spanking nicely judged.”

“Did you guys have a good time?” my housekeeper asked. “Remember to put some salve on it after your shower. We'll make coffee. Rohan you can cook breakfast if you're down here when the first pot of coffee is ready.”

We slipped out of the blanket because it would only slow us down. My housekeeper told Tim it looked like a fine spanking. He'd already been blown and showered before they arrived and gave them a hand making coffee. First he had to put the blanket in the washer. I made it down in time to cook your standard American breakfast of sausage, bacon, hash browns and eggs. The green smoothie and vegetable juices Tim made rounded off the meal nicely.

I decided we'd attend the service held by the priest who married us. Eddie was glad to meet up with his Rasta friends. While he chatted to them Tim slipped off to have a word with the priest. They joined us for lunch. The gang took a walk through the apartment to select which items of furniture they would like to have. Tim put a sticker with their name on each item. The moment he finished we headed over to dinner at the orphanage. Those wonderful hooligans wanted to watch the game with us so we were on our best behavior. There were always hooligans on my lap for some reason. Dylan took pictorial evidence so I could never complain about hooligans again.

Monday morning started off with a lot going on. There was wake-up sex. A double-team of the scurvy newlyweds in the shower. Catherine told me she'd postponed my workout until tomorrow. I had my first lesson with Jinsong this afternoon and couldn't do both in the same day. Tim ate quickly and started scurrying around getting things ready for the craftsmen. I took refuge beneath a blanket on the couch. The boys went down to Adam's place to do their schoolwork. After an hour Sophie brought Tim over to the couch and told me not to let him up without her permission.

“Oh my Love it's really happening.” Tim said. “The countertops look so good with the new color scheme. I saw a hint of the orange in your spare room. I can't wait until the new furniture goes in there. Where's my phone? I must make a note to collect our sheets and napkins when I go to the gallery. J is taking care of getting the old furniture out. We're hiring some guys with a small truck. Do you think I could take a peek in the kitchen?”

“No!” Sophie said firmly. “You're as bad as Rohan. How he's managing to stay so calm is beyond me. Yes that is the new faucet Tim. You'll see it all in an hour.”

“I'll never survive an hour.” Tim wailed. “Let's go for a walk my Love. You can buy a cute Brit a mocha. Sophie will you ask the guys if they'd like some coffee? Thanks.”

Forty-minutes later Sophie called to say the countertop guys were almost done. They were waiting for us when we arrived fifteen-minutes later. I stood away from the doorway and let Tim see it first. He hugged me hard before he let me have a look. I dragged him with me.

“Amazing.” I said in awe. “Yes it's amazing even without the backsplash. I love having a faucet I can turn on without touching. Very useful when you're preparing meat.”

“Yes Tim you can give me a kiss.” Sophie said with a smile. “The tile guys are on their way to do the backsplash. I called them just after I called you. You know it just happens that J and I have the afternoon free. We'd be happy to help you with your shopping. Tracy is driving Rohan to his lesson with Jinsong.”

The painters told us they had finished the spare room. I decided to wait until later to see it when it was complete. The more painting they can do today the better I agreed. Although they weren't changing the color in the bathroom and play room they were giving the spaces a fresh coat of paint. My housekeeper had asked Belissimo to cater our lunch today. Tracy fetched the food on her way back from her lesson with Lao. I went down with my housekeeper to give her a hand bringing it up to the apartment. We certainly were getting a lot of use out of the bread machines. My housekeeper loved making bread with cloves of garlic baked in.

The guys helping deliver my office furniture to their new homes joined us for lunch when we assured them we had plenty. The scurvy knaves complimented Tim on the kitchen. Sophie ruined his attempt to play it cool by sharing how nervous and excited he was. Tracy came out to the balcony to let me know it was time to leave for my lesson. Jinsong and Lao thought it good if she observed my lessons.

“Rohan I have watched you sparring with weapons but seen very little unarmed combat.” Jinsong said. “The bout with Gregory is really all I have seen. Nice use of chi at the end. Today you will spar with me.”

For the next hour Jinsong pummeled me from all directions with every strike or kick imaginable. I considered staying on my feet and keeping my face unmarked a victory. The reason for Tracy bringing a recorder became clear when Jinsong shared tea with us and pointed out things to me. He spent a second hour showing me the corrections.

“Thank you Jinsong for the lesson.” I said with heartfelt sincerity before we left. “Please let me know if there is any way I can be of service.”

“I enjoyed it as much as you Rohan.” Jinsong said. “Few students study with me because they want to use less violence. I am going to ask you to trust me when I say your weapons training will not suffer even though we are working on unarmed combat for the next three or four weeks.”

“Tim wants me to thank you for letting Rohan live.” Tracy said when she hugged and kissed Jinsong. “I had to text Tim an update while you showered. He's a bundle of nerves just from the decorating without the added stress of your workouts.”

The painters completed my office, the playroom, bathroom and balcony today. Tim was busy putting the last touches on the office when we returned. Dylan sat me down for some Smurf Racer while he finished. Because we were downstairs it made sense to start with the kitchen. They had taped a sheet over the doorway so I wouldn't see it while Sophie hung the curtains. I pulled the scurvy knaves close before I nodded to Sophie. She pulled the sheet aside.

“Awesome!” Morgan said.

“Brilliant!” Dylan said.

“Fucking hell!” Adam exclaimed.

“What do you think my Love?” a smiling Tim asked looking up at me.

“All of those and more.” I said leaning down to give him a very, very, very long kiss.

A few of the others were getting nervous the kiss went on for so long. I didn't care. Tim didn't seem to care either. Finally I had to take a closer look at it. Tim was glad to accept a G&T from Tracy when I broke the kiss. The other scurvy knaves mourned the fact there were no properties for them to makeover and earn them kisses like that one. There was plenty of Emile Henry cookware and bakeware which I loved.

“Why hadn't you bought it sooner my Love?” Tim asked curiously.

“The stuff I had seemed to work just fine.” I said. “The gang only recently got bigger and it wasn't needed. I was also a little distracted by Order business. How did you know?”

“I sent pictures of the kitchen to Petersen, Paul and Philip before I went shopping.” Tim said. “I also sent them a list of what you had. They put together a list of the missing pieces. We're going to show our decorators what it looks like when we get back from dinner.”

“Thank you my Love for making this space feel complete.” I said kissing him again. Tracy took his drink from him while we kissed.

“A good thing we are only showing him two rooms today.” Sophie said. “Watching too many of those kisses will have me dragging J to the shower. Let's go see the office. I'm as eager as Rohan to see it. Tim and J worked on it so it would be a surprise for us as well.”

This time I just took Tim in my arms and got the kiss out-of-the-way before we entered the room. He waited outside while I went in with Sophie and the scurvy knaves. None of them said a word. The four of them stepped out the room and took turns kissing Tim. Then the scurvy knaves ran back in and threw themselves on the couch. Tracy stepped in. Tracy stepped back out. Tim got a special kiss. My housekeeper got him a second G&T.

Walls painted a chocolate-brown flanked the orange accent wall. The cream pinstripes in the brown walls had inspired cream curtains and two cream armchairs. There were cushions in a mix of Fall colors. The dark wooden chest with brass hardware was perfect. There was a wooden tea-tray on it with a small orange vase. There were small clusters of orange candles spread around the room. Two wooden side tables and a seagrass rug trimmed in dark brown rounded off the makeover.

“Don't worry Rohan we'll be happy to test this sleeper couch for you tonight.” Morgan said. “This is better than a hotel room.”

“We'll give it a very good test Pater.” Adam promised.

“There's chairs are so comfortable.” Tracy said with her feet up on the wooden chest. “Your old bookcase works perfectly with the new stuff Boss. Tim we need a small bell so I can ring for one of our scurvy waiters. You don't expect me to leave this room once I sit down to study do you? Boss you will need to get started on their bartender lessons soon. Tim will teach them how to make a good pot of tea. Come along you scurvy lot it's time for your first lesson. We all need a drink.”

Our scurvy waiters were happy to show off the two new rooms as the others joined us. Tim received a lot of kisses and compliments. Lucille loved the painting we'd bought to go next to the stove. When I saw a flash of pain cross over Samantha's face when Morgan softly told Adam he'd buy his mom a painting for her birthday I knew I had to help her. I led Lucille out to the balcony to find out what Samantha enjoyed. When she told me Samantha loved baking I couldn't help kissing her.

“Excuse us for a moment folks but I need to have a meeting with this pretty young lady and her mom.” I said lifting a surprised Samantha up from her chair. “Will you guys take care of getting us to a restaurant for dinner? We'll be ready in thirty minutes.”

Samantha laughed when her mom feigned surprise at my admission of having a sweet tooth. I was glad to hear Samantha thought opening a chocolate shop would be fun because I thought it would be wonderful as well. Samantha told me she really enjoyed baking with her mom.

“Do you think you'd be able to put up with your mom for a few hours each day if you were making chocolates?” I asked. “You see I've always wanted to find a partner to open a chocolate shop with me. I think you two ladies would be the best partners. You're certainly the prettiest partners I could hope to have. Will you guys consider it?”

“I know you mean it Rohan but it still feels like a dream.” Lucille said. “Working with chocolate and Samantha would be amazing. I don't know much about what's needed for a chocolate shop though.”

“I have no idea either but I believe we have friends who can help.” I said. “Right now I just want you to think about it. I'll get in touch with my friends and have them call you over the next few days. Hopefully you will be able to sit down on the weekend to make your decision.”

“Samantha please go inside and tell the others we'll join me them in five-minutes.” Lucille said. “Can you keep this a secret until we've spoken to Rohan's friends? I will have to speak to your dad but nobody else must know. Good girl. That sounds like your dad arriving. Give him a kiss for me as well. Now we're alone Rohan tell me what inspired this offer?”

I explained I'd always wondered how Morgan's business ventures would impact Samantha. When I explained how I'd seen the pain in Samantha's face because she couldn't match or give something for a gift Morgan planned to buy her Lucille understood. She'd been worried as well but hadn't known what to do. Samantha was two years younger than Morgan and Lucille had thought he was too young for the responsibility. We couldn't let this go on for two more years I told Lucille.

“No I guess we can't.” Lucille said hugging me. “I will speak to Henry about it soon.”

“Rohan my little girl tells me you've made her very happy but she can't tell me why because it's a secret.” Henry said holding Samantha in his arm.

“Yes it is a secret.” Lucille said kissing him. “A very special, very sweet secret I will share with you later if you behave at dinner. Sorry guys but you will have to wait until the weekend before you get to hear any of the details. Now are we ready to go to the restaurant?”

“We're not going anywhere.” my housekeeper said. “Few restaurants can cater a group as large as ours. I'd feel bad taking up all their tables. That only leaves us with one option.”

“You must bring the restaurant to you.” B said pushing a shopping cart containing pots of food ahead of her. “Thanks for the loan of these pots and costing me a thousand dollars Tim. That no-good brother of mine told me the thought of Rohan having better cookware than him was giving him indigestion.”

“B you are as bad as Rohan playing the bad guy.” Jocelyn said. “You love that no-good brother of yours as much as you love Rohan. Will you give him a kiss for me?”

“No I won't.” B said. “The man will skin me alive if he missed out on one from a pretty girl like you. Bring Eddie with you for lunch. Your handsome young man can prevent me from feeling jealous by kissing me.”

“I'd be happy to pay for the pots.” Tim said. “You guys have done so much for Rohan.”

“That's sweet of you but if I buy them it is a business expense so I don't mind.” B said accepting hugs and kisses from the scurvy knaves. “Besides that no-good chef seldom asks for much. Jocelyn he got a few kisses from Tracy so give him a couple of days to recover. I don't want him having a heart attack. Now I'd better get back before he does too much damage. Tracy brought us some good rum. Of course I'll take a little of your fine medicine Eddie. Why don't we go have a quick look at it on the balcony.”

Beef, pork and chicken were the options to go with the pot of rice and vegetables. My housekeeper was going to transfer the food to slow cookers to keep warm but I explained the pots would keep it warm for another hour or two. The boys thought that was really cool er hot er hot in a cool way. The boys lined up to kiss B when she left the apartment. Tracy promised to bring them over for a lunch soon.

Morgan told her she'd be receiving an invitation to his wedding one day soon. She promised she'd scold me for keeping my chapel a secret from her. I told her I had waited for a special day to show it to her and my son's wedding was the perfect day. No reason not to scold him my housekeeper pointed out. Tracy predicted an epic scolding but wouldn't elaborate for B. My brave assistant stood firm under the threat of being scolded with me. B tasted a spoonful of each dish to check it was good enough for us. Barely she decided.

We set the table while Tracy went downstairs to see B off and pay for her taxi. During dinner Leslie had to check I really was okay with the changes in the apartment so far. I explained how it felt like Tim was putting the last physical touches on the place. I'd never really considered this would be my home for a long time. Yes I had lived here for a few years but they had sneaked up on me. Only when I met the boys did I consider really putting down roots. I could afford to keep this place while living elsewhere. Now I had committed to staying until the boys finished their schooling it seemed fitting to complete these projects.

“The best part is I have somebody to do it for me.” I added leaning over to kiss Tim.

“Lazy Scoundrel.” Tim said kissing me again.

Dr. Deidre told me I could rest in her apartment when Tim told us the dining room and lounge were getting decorated tomorrow. Sophie assured me the work would be finished before I returned from my workout. The scurvy knaves were helping in the morning and doing their schoolwork in the afternoon. They wanted me to have a place to rest as well. I was glad we would have four rooms almost complete by day two. Most of the painting as well Sophie pointed out. My room, the balcony and the half-bathroom on this level would be done on Wednesday. Then Tim could scratch painting off his list.

Dessert was courtesy of my housekeeper. She'd taken out several pies from the freezer yesterday. I confessed I never imagined they were saving leftover pies. The scurvy knaves and Amanda used the shopping carts to take the dirty dishes down to her apartment for cleaning. Tim went along to supervise for me. A mere five kisses was all it cost to make sure Amanda wasn't left to wash a single plate. She liked the idea of joining him for a G&T on the way.

“There's time for a murder mystery before the unveiling of the rooms if we eat in the living room.” I said when Sophie and J started dishing up dessert.

Tim and Dylan help their spoon in front of my eyes. We dished up seconds and then made our Skype call to the decorators. Before we showed them the rooms I assured them I was very happy with the way they looked. Tim told them they had been worth the work just for the kisses. He liked the rooms as well. The scurvy knaves shared their plan to test the bed in the spare room tonight. Caryn thanked them for helping. They told the three of them it was costing them each five kisses. Caryn warned me a lot of people will be joining in the grand unveiling on Sunday. She'd let Tim know a good time for everybody. No doubt it will be early for us. I was glad because it would allow us to make it to church.

“Rohan it is one thing to see it on paper but another to see it complete.” Emily said when she'd seen both rooms. “You guys did an amazing job pulling it all together.”

“Good choice on the countertops Rohan.” Caryn said. “Nice to see my influence is rubbing off. Juliet yours is rubbing off very nicely on Holden.”

Emily gave Tomek a thank you kiss from us. Tim would have to wait for paint to dry before he hung the artwork so our next reveal would be Wednesday night. Our decorators agreed to give me fifteen-minutes to prepare another unveiling. I took Tim upstairs, dressed him in pajamas, pulled his cock out and blew him. Then I called the others up to the bedroom. A mystified Tim stood next to the bed.

“Morgan stand on this side with me.” I said. “You scurvy knaves stand on that side. Now fold down the comforter. All the way. Good. Lift it up and set it on the bench. Tracy make certain you keep that camera focused on Tim. A good close-up.”

Reaching down I drew back the crisp, freshly laundered and starched sheet. Then I motioned Tim to climb in bed. Pulling the sheet up I tucked him in between his very crisp sheets. His expression of sheer bliss was better than I imagined.

“Leslie you have no idea how good it feels wrapped in civilization.” Tim said. “Aren't they stunning. Ninety degree angles on the edges. I owe Lawrence a big bunch of flowers. What more could a man ask for in life? Tomek we must enlist Emily to help you enjoy this experience.”

“Looks like we will have to kiss him good night here.” Abby said kissing a very happy Tim.

The others followed and made their way down to the living room for a nightcap. I placed a box of tissues on the tray for Tracy to take up with Tim's nightcap. Later I led the scurvy knaves to the bedroom to see how Tim was doing. He was quietly sipping his nightcap while dabbing his eyes with a tissue.

“You are lucky there's just family present.” Dylan said. “Taking this long over one G&T would cause dad to die of embarrassment in front of others.”

“Lucky for you we came prepared.” Morgan said.

“And prepared to cum.” Adam said lifting the sheet. “You'll be sleeping between your crisp sheets tonight but you have to join us for a nightcap.”

The boys took their time stripping Tim while I kissed him over their heads. Then we headed down to my office and settled in the sleeper bed. Tim sat in front of me between my legs. Adam settled in front of Morgan. Dylan squeezed between us. We sat propped up with the pillows while we enjoyed a nightcap together. Dylan thanked Tim for giving them the best classroom ever. Morgan couldn't believe he would be able study in a room that belonged in a magazine.

“Never mind studying.” Adam said. “Drink up so we can get on with fucking. Come along Morgan. Time to fuck your husband while Pater fucks his.”

Adam bent over the foot of the bed and I bent Tim over next to him. Dylan slid underneath Tim so they could blow each other while Tim was getting fucked. A very nice arrangement I agreed with Morgan when the fucking was underway. Yes there were one or two good reasons for having a husband. Morgan promised to let me know if he discovered reasons three and four. We sealed that with a kiss. A few minutes later we sealed it with a load in our husbands' asses. The three scurvy knaves returned to the office after their shower while I went with Tim to experience being wrapped in civilization.

The next morning Tracy found the five of us enjoying being wrapped in civilization. We were drinking coffee and waiting for them to arrive. Screwed, showered and shampooed Dylan told her. Tracy told us to add dressed to the list before we came downstairs. Once again the dishes traveled down to Amanda's apartment for cleaning.

“I have a lesson with Lao after your workout.” Tracy said. “I'm staying for lunch. I'll arrange pizza while Juliet gives you a massage. We have a couple of hours until your workout.”

“Then if my bags ready let's go.” I said kissing Tim quickly. “Thank you my Love.”

Tracy didn't believe we were going to the orphanage until I was parking outside it. I managed to sneak up to the office without bumping into Patricia or Penelope. Tracy smiled as I sat in front of the PA system and let my Lady sing softly for everybody. Much like the Pied Piper Tracy agreed with Penelope as the kids streamed out to find me. The hooligans were swarming over me when Patricia arrived on the scene.

“There's no way I can scold him.” Patricia said. “You have no idea how badly I want to Tracy but look at that scene. I think we should break for tea. No I don't believe he chose to come here on his own accord. Rohan looking for hooligans is like an alcoholic looking for soda in a liquor store.”

“They do serve cake with tea don't they?” I asked the little girl holding my hand. “Good. You let me know if they stop and I'll speak to my friend Lawrence. All you guys deserve cake for being so good. Patricia they're angels. I don't see a single hooligan anywhere in sight.”

“That's because you're not looking in a mirror.” Patricia said. “Let me buy you a cup of tea and some cake.”

“You guys are lucky I visited today.” I said pushing my cake away. “Come along Tracy. We can't save this tea but we can at least bake something for this afternoon. Who does the baking? I take it Bryce the baker has been somewhat distracted lately. Tracy have Leslie call him. Then have Paul and Philip call him. Let them know somebody will be picking up some of his baked items for us to enjoy at the apartment for the next few days. After that it will be random testing.”

Sweet Tracy headed over to the nearby bakery to get all the cake and pastries they could spare sent over to the orphanage. That saved the morning tea. I couldn't wait for the cakes to cool before frosting them but I did make the frosting. Patricia promised to call me if they needed help frosting them.

“There's a very good reason for this Patricia.” I said as we walked to the car. “I'm not having Leslie, Paul and Philip call because I'm mad. They're calling so I have some time to get my emotions under control and react in a calmer fashion. Please go round to his place if he doesn't answer his phone. Something is terribly wrong if Bryce baked something this bad.”

A lot of breathing and silently repeating the mantra helped me cool down in time to focus on my workout. When Tracy took me aside early in my workout and told me that was it for the day I knew my worst fears were realized. Juliet told me my massage would have to wait. I needed to get back to the apartment. Bryce was there. I showered to give myself some time to gather my thoughts.