Page 90 of Together in Harmony
Poor old Hughie. Off on an east coast mission, while me and Len get to do the LOTR and make out with
Harmony all day. I’m planning sandwiches for lunch.
Lennox will complain, he wants pizza for every meal. But fuck him. I have an arugula and goat cheese recipe I have been saving for a rainy day.
Like today.
Fuck, life is awesome. The album is really, really coming together. I think it’s the best work we have ever done. And now we have two whole days off. Clara turns up on Monday, and that’s the last little bit to finish up.
I’m thinking we should all go on a vacation soon. Somewhere warm, with beaches of white sand, and a turquoise sea.
Drink some rum punches, eat catch-of-the-day, get hot and sweaty in a cabana with my girl. Yes please.
First lunch. Also, I’m thinking chocolate chip blondies, lemon bars and a nice maple shortbread.
Then pizza for dinner, keep old Lenny happy.
I’m getting quite turned on, thinking about Harmony eating all the food I am going to make. Get her curves even curvier. Luscious.
Do I have a feeding fetish?
I’m sure no one will complain if I do. All it will mean is a lot of tasty food, and some even tastier curves on our girl. I get so turned on when she bites into the food I’ve made her.
“So do we order one huge lot of pizza? Or get deliveries timed during the day?” Lennox says, walking into the kitchen, his nose in a take-out menu.
“I’m in charge of food,” I tell him. “You can set up the projector and get a snuggle space going.”
“Blanket fort!” he whoops, heading off to the main room, already forgetting about pizza ordering.
I start measuring out flour and sugar, and at the same time voice-text to Hugo. “Hey Siri, send a text to Grandpa.”
“Sending a text to Grandpa, what do you want it to say?”
“Have you tracked down the target? Let me know how it’s going. Good luck.”
“Sending message.”
I really hope he has tracked down his target. I really hope it is all going OK. I guess time will tell.
After wiping my hands on a cloth, I reach for the room temperature butter. Time to whip some shit.
Hmmm, note to self—Harmony plus whipped butter plus an actual whipping?
Sounds good to me!
HARMONY
So the Lord of the Rings Trilogy takes eleven and a half hours to watch. I’m not sure any of us had thought that through as we started The Fellowship at 3pm.
We’d had a late start, because first, I’d arrived at the ranch house wet and soggy from the walk. The guys had immediately insisted I take a bath so I wouldn’t catch cold.
That took quite a while, because I was a dirty girl and needed to be washed all over.
Then there was Asa’s awesome lunch. We sat on high stools at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, all wrapped in fluffy robes, drinking mimosas and eating delicious things.
Finally, we snuggled for Netflix and chill. Asa had made coffee with Irish cream poured into it, and delivered an actual hostess trolly full of baked goods.
It was a wonderful, silly, sexy, amazingly fun way to spend a rainy day. And night.
