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
Cherish opened the door and slid out of her mother's range, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath before moving over to where her father stood talking to a heavyset man with dark hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Glen pulling up along the curb. Good, he'll know more about this than I do. "Hi," she greeted the man. "I think we want it in the backyard. Is that possible?""I can put it anywhere you want as long as there's power nearby for my cords," the man told her.Cherish's father said he'd show the man to the back and help while Cherish turned to make her way over to Glen to help him carry the cake and ice into the house. She smiled as she watched him slide out of her car, her pussy throbbing as she thought back to last night and how he took her in their bedroom. She suddenly wanted to skip Jordie's party just to have Glen to herself."Welcome back, sir," she said as she came to a stop in front of him, a slight bounce in her step as she stood there, hands c
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.