Luc stuck his head in the door, took one look at the women and retreated.
“What the hell are they laughing about?” asked Kevin as Luc headed for his office.
“Chocolate doughnuts, coffee and I suspect men were involved, but I’m not asking,” he said smiling.
“Nope! Not going there. Cal and Peter said they’d be here in fifteen minutes,” said Kevin.
“Good. I think we will need all the testosterone we can muster today,” Luc jested.
*
Saturday dawned cool and cloudless. Patrick carried the last of their luggage downstairs. Ginny was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. She was still on crutches, but Doc Rogers wouldn’t give her the go-ahead to do without them. Plus, Patrick had caught her wincing when she tried to walk. At least most of the bruises and cuts on her face had healed. Sitting out on the balcony for the last two days enjoying the sun had helped as well.
“Alright gorgeous, time to go,” said Patrick. He picked her up and carried Ginny downstairs to where Sam, Buster and Doc waited. Patrick put Ginny down and Doc handed her the crutches.
“Now don’t you forget to have that looked at by Dr. Jeff when you get home,” said Doc.
“Don’t worry. He won’t let me forget,” said Ginny pointing her finger at Patrick. “Thank you for everything Sam.”
“You’re welcome. You just get home safe and let Patrick take care of things,” said Sam.
“I will, don’t you worry. She’s stubborn, but I’m meaner,” Patrick said with a grin. He crouched to say goodbye to Buster. “Take care old man.”
Buster slowly wagged his tail and made a growling sing-song noise deep in his throat. Ginny reached over and scratched him under the jowls.
“Goodbye Sam. Bye Doc. Keep in touch. If you need us, call,” said Ginny.
“We will. Drive safe,” said Sam and Doc at the same time.
Ginny got in the Subaru and Patrick stowed her crutches in the back. They backed out and headed down the road. In the rear-view mirror, they could see Sam and Doc waving. Patrick pulled out onto the highway
“Glad to be heading home?” asked Patrick.
“Yes. I miss the kids and I want to sleep in my own bed,” said Ginny.
“What? You’ll miss waking up with Buster on the end of the bed? We could go back and get him,” teased Patrick.
“Just shut up and drive. Not only do I want to sleep in my own bed, I want to have sex!” said Ginny. Every time they’d tried to have even a bit of time, Buster seemed to show up like magic.
“Yeah, I could go for just a little recreation myself,” said Patrick. “Did you call Luc or George?”
“I tried. George was over at Angie’s and Luc’s phone went to voice mail. I’ll try again later,” she said.
*
George was getting the last of the furniture where he wanted it. Bitty and ‘Solda had gotten their room done first thing that morning. Joe, Ivan and Sara were still fighting about what went where when Angie walked into the house.
“George, do you need a hand?” she asked over the din.
“Please! I am about to go nuts,” said George. The pups had been hyper all day and their attention spans were about a second long.
“Attention! Anyone not quiet in ten seconds will be sent to the bath!” Angie hollered over the noise.
The pups stopped and looked at Angie. None of them had expected her to growl at them. They stood there and blinked.
“These are the new rules. Boys to the bunks. Ivan on top, Joe on bottom. Sara on the single bed. Blue dresser for Joe. Brown dresser for Ivan. Green dresser for Sara. Any toy not in the right toy bag, box or bin in thirty minutes gets thrown away. Am I clear?” Angie said loudly and forcefully.
Three little heads nodded and then began moving things and picking up toys at a rapid pace. George and Angie walked towards the kitchen. When they got there, George shut the door and proceeded to laugh. Angie smiled. Ysabel walked in a moment later and just looked at the two of them.
“Where on earth did you learn to deal with children?” Ysabel asked.
“I had little brothers,” said Angie. “They were terrors. Drove my mom crazy. We had an aunty who was in the Navy in WWII. Charge nurse. She came over one day and did what I just did. Oh my god did we move fast. My brothers lost shoes, jeans and Lincoln logs the first day. They had to earn them back by doing extra chores. None of us ever were that lazy again when Aunty came to visit. After she left, they slacked off, but I learned that doing the same thing had a great reaction. They did what I told them to, so I capitalized on it,” said Angie.
“You’ll fit in just fine,” said Ysabel. “Have we heard from Ginny or Patrick?”
“Yes, they called and left a voicemail on Luc’s phone. Said they’d be home tonight,” said George.
“That explains the expedience of the furniture shuffle then,” said Ysabel.
“Yes. I’d like to have it all done by dinnertime,” said George.
Angie stuck her head out of the kitchen. “Twenty-five more minutes!” she called down the hall. “Now what needs done in here?” she asked.
“Well, let’s start with lunch,” said Ysabel. She pulled out bread and sandwich fixing and the two women started on lunch while George tossed laundry in the washer.
*
“Who was on the phone?” Meg asked.
“It was Ginny. The message said they were on their way home. Should be here by this evening,” said Luc. “Now where were we?”
“You were kissing me from my toes to my… Oh yeah, right there,” Meg gasped. Luc was licking her thighs and working up to her pussy, which was still damp from her morning bath. Meg curled her fingers in Luc’s damp hair, and pulled him closer.
Luc shifted his tongue just a little and after flicking her clit, he slid his tongue in and out of her pussy.
“Mmmm,” Meg moaned. She squirmed as he kissed and licked her right up to the brink of orgasm. “Oh, don’t tease,” she said.
“Ah, but I like to tease,” he said. Luc smiled and knelt between Meg’s legs, letting his erection graze her lips. “I like to make you crazy with need too.”