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I smile. "So, what are you doing in here?"
"Well, I still owe you an orgasm. I'm here to deliver."
Man, he's wonderful.
“Oh, yeah?"
"Yep, pants off."
As I'm taking them off, I say, "Okay. But the bear gets to watch.”
thirty-nine
That’s My Girl
Drew
It's been a couple of days with Ronnie staying with us, and things are going better than I thought they would. I didn't think anything catastrophic would happen, but I thought maybe we'd have some turbulence.
The only bit that has been rough is the sleeping arrangement. I guess you could call that some turbulence, but Ronnie has been so understanding about it. I’ve made sure to show my appreciation every time we have some alone time.
Tonight, I'mreallygoing to owe her because Sandy called, saying that she's not going to be able to take Colton this weekend due to having to get a Colonoscopy on Friday. I was really looking forward to spending the entire weekend naked with her.
Since I have to break the news, I decide to go home for lunch to see her. On the way, I quickly stop for flowers and a bottle of wine.
When I walk through the front door, I'm greeted with Ronnie's plump ass up in the air. She's bent over, touching her toes.
Looking through her legs, she cocks her head when she sees me.
"Oh, hey," she says.
“Hey, beautiful." After a quick glance at the instructional video on the TV screen, I ask, "Yoga?"
"Yeah" She moves so that she is right-side-up.
"Don't stop on my account. I have a great view."
“I'm gladyouliked it, but I don't think yoga is for me."
“You've never done it before?"
As she walks over to me, I hand her the flowers and the wine. "These are for you."
"Man, you're going to spoil me. When I go home, I won't get any of this special treatment."
"Baby, even when you go home, I'll still spoil the shit out of you.” As she walks to the fridge to put away the wine, I take another look at how great her ass looks in the tight yoga pants.
"To answer your earlier question,” she says. "No, I've never done yoga before."
"So, why now?"
"Because I've realized that I need some hobbies–as much as that pains me to say because it means my mother was right."
When she doesn't finish her thought, I say, "I'm going to need a bit more information."
She hops up so that she’s sitting on the counter. "I've spent over a decade traveling. Almost all of my time was wrapped up in that. I never found other things that I liked to occupy my time... except fucking." She winks at me. "The past couple of days, I haven't known what to do with myself. I can't start work on the inn yet, and I realized I have nothing else to fill my time."
"And you decided yoga would be a good first choice?"
