Glen helped Cherish clear the table as he sent Jordie to watch TV. Cherish had been smiling, but unusually quiet throughout dinner. She promised him nothing was wrong, but that she just had a lot on her mind. He worried that last night had not been enough for her, and she had second thoughts about the direction they traveled.As they washed dishes together, though, she grinned over at him. "I had a visitor when I came home today," she said as she handed him a plate to dry. "Aubrey stopped over to make sure I knew she saw us."Glen laughed, the redness warming his cheeks. "I figured she would pop by sooner or later after I saw her in the window." He glanced up at Cherish, a sheepish look on his face. "Did she razz you too much?""Oh, she made me give her every little gritty detail of our evening," Cherish said with a laugh. "The woman is a perv of the highest degree."He walked over to Cherish and kissed her on the cheek. "So are you. No wonder the two of you get along so well."Cherish
Cherish slid onto the bench around the concrete table at The Burger Inn, a drive-up burger joint that has been around since her parents were teenagers. Luckily, the April weather was still cool enough to make eating outdoors bearable or Cherish would have insisted on someplace else to meet her mother for a midweek lunch. Of course, with the sour look on Valerie Driscoll's face, Cherish wished she had picked a better lunch companion as well. "If you weren't in the mood to go to lunch, why didn't you call and tell me?" Cherish asked as she stabbed her Diet Coke with a straw. "It's not like I don't have a ton of crap to do."Her mother stiffened at the rebuke as she dumped another two sugars on top of her already sweetened iced tea. "Well, pardon me for wanting to discuss the rest of the preparations for my grandson's birthday. I thought you would want everything finalized before his birthday arrives, so we were on the same page." Cherish fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I always enjoy
Glen slid into the booth at Royal Chef, his back sore from where he spent the last two hours pounding in two-by-sixes to construct a longer pier for some cranky old man who stood at the edge of his property, criticizing everything Brent and Glen did. Glen ordered a Coke, but he really wanted a stiff drink. "That man was a total asshat," he said as he shoved his straw into his drink. "I swear, by the time we finished, I was ready to toss his ass into the river myself."Brent chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, he was pretty full of himself. He had an opinion for everything, including telling us we used the wrong type of hammer."Glen fell back into the booth, sighing. "I was ready to hammer him."Rachel stepped up to the side of their booth, reaching into her apron for her notepad. "You two look more beaten than usual," she said as she poised her pen over her pad, ready to take their order. "Too much sun out there?"Brent shook his head. "Too much wind in the form of a crotchety old man. Some peo
Over the next two days, things simmered down, and Glen and Cherish slid back into a normal routine, a familiar routine, a routine that scared Glen, actually. He pulled into his driveway Friday evening after work, knowing he couldn't permit more time to pass before he talked to Cherish about how to proceed. If they just allowed things to return to the way they were, they would wind up back in the same situation, with Cherish becoming frustrated and cheating on him again. As much as it was Cherish's responsibility to keep her legs closed, it was his to make sure she remained satisfied. Tonight, he had to figure out how to do that. When he walked into the house, Cherish had already changed into what she called lounging pants, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he scanned her choice of attire. A pair of his old pajama pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a gray pair of socks. She looked...comfortable.Walking over to the fridge, he pulled
Over the next two days, things simmered down, and Glen and Cherish slid back into a normal routine, a familiar routine, a routine that scared Glen, actually. He pulled into his driveway Friday evening after work, knowing he couldn't permit more time to pass before he talked to Cherish about how to proceed. If they just allowed things to return to the way they were, they would wind up back in the same situation, with Cherish becoming frustrated and cheating on him again. As much as it was Cherish's responsibility to keep her legs closed, it was his to make sure she remained satisfied. Tonight, he had to figure out how to do that. When he walked into the house, Cherish had already changed into what she called lounging pants, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he scanned her choice of attire. A pair of his old pajama pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a gray pair of socks. She looked...comfortable.Walking over to the fridge, he pulled
Cherish sat in the middle of their bed, wrapping a Toy Story figure for Jordie, Glen sitting across from her, wrapping a race car set. She tucked her sundress tight around her upper legs, giving her space to work in front of her. As soon as Jordie went to bed, Glen made her take her bra and panties off and constantly reached under her dress to grope her, making her giggle, trying her best not to make too much noise and wake up their son. She still couldn't believe how easily Glen took her news earlier. He hadn't been mad at all, not even appearing disappointed in her. Glen never ceased to amaze her with how laid back and accepting he was with things, giving even. Her cheating on him was the only real time she saw him truly upset. She truly didn't deserve him, and he deserved better than her.Once they finished wrapping the presents, he helped her clean up the wrapping supplies, clearing the bed. It was only ten o'clock, too early to hit the sheets yet. She glanced over at him. She grin
They were up early the next morning, Cherish already in the kitchen cooking breakfast, getting things ready for Jordie's birthday party. Glen hopped into the shower, a sense of peace overcoming him after his scene with Cherish last night. She agreed to his terms without arguing, even enjoying his spanking of her ass. She even begged for more. He couldn't believe it. She told him Edwin didn't spank her, and while part of him struggled to believe her, he had to force himself to take her words at face-value. It was hard, considering she lied to him for so long, but if they were to make it, he had to give her the benefit of the doubt. Of course, he still possessed a slew of other questions. While he knew Nick just ordered her about, making her wait on him hand and foot like a servant, Glen wondered if Edwin gave her rules to follow. Glen didn't remember her ever changing the way she dressed, so he doubted the rules had to do with clothing, but did she serve him at work? He forced the que
"No, seriously, what's with all the sirs and this is my job talk?" Aubrey asked as soon as Glen was out the door. "This is totally not Cherish Lansky. Where's the grumpy woman I know and have come to love?"Cherish laughed as she shook her head, pulling out the punch bowl from the bottom cabinet. "We're exploring something new," she told her friend. "And, I have to say, so far, it's hot as hell." She turned to face the redhead. "I can't believe how hot Glen is when he's being all dominant and stuff, giving orders," she sucked in a breath, "spanking me." She giggled, actually giggled. "God, Aubrey, I've never been so wet in my life as I was last night.""Dominant, huh?" Aubrey said. "So that makes you, what, his little submissive? That'll be hard to get used to. Is this a bedroom thing, or are you submitting to him all the time? I noticed you said it was your job to get his coffee."As Aubrey cut carrots and celery, Cherish continued to gather the rest of the things she needed for the p