On Sunday morning, I woke up as part of a naked heap. My most urgent need just then was to go to the bathroom to urinate, and I crawled out of bed at the foot to avoid disturbing my bedmates any more than I had to. When I returned after washing my hands and face, they were both awake, and took turns using the same facilities as I had. Rather than going down the hall to use the bathroom there, we all preferred the intimacy of using "our" bathroom connected to "our" bedroom, even though it sometimes meant waiting in line.
Nobody wanted to stay out of bed to face the day just then, so we all climbed back in, snuggled up nakedly together and, giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls on a sleepover, talked about what we would be doing for the rest of the weekend. After the great love-making we had been enjoying ever since Thursday, we weren't really very interested in doing any more just then, but we expected to have another threesome before Pam left that evening.
"It's been really great with you guys," she said, smiling as she recollected how much fun the weekend had been already and how much fun we were all still having. "But I have to go back to work tomorrow morning, so I'll have to go back home tonight."
"Why don't you stay here one more night?" Ruthie suggested. "George can drive you to work in the morning. That is, if it's okay with you," she turned and asked, after having just generously volunteered my services as a chauffeur.
"No problem. Both of us would really love to have you stay here another night. All day tomorrow too, if you want, since we'll all be going to Jim Howell's office in the afternoon."
"Okay about tonight." Pam wanted to stay anyhow and had no problem agreeing with the plan. "But, I really will have to go to work on Monday, since I was off all day on Friday. I don't want people getting the right idea about me. I'll need to do some laundry, too, so I'll have clean clothes to wear tomorrow. If you guys don't mind."
As the de-facto "lady of the house", Ruthie volunteered for that chore. "I have some things that need washing too, and I see George already had a full laundry hamper even before I got here, so I'll take care of everybody's stuff at the same time. Especially, we'll need clean bottom sheets."
She was right about that. With Pam there, and her pussy producing such a heavy flow of those incredible juices, we had needed to change that sheet every night before curling up together to sleep. That was not a complaint; I loved the taste and the aroma of her nectar, even when it was soaked into the sheets. The problem was that sorting and washing dirty clothes sounded like a lot less fun than cuddling naked in bed together, so nobody was in any hurry to get up to start taking care of any such mundane details.
Ruthie made an impulsive suggestion. "What if I were to go to what used to be my church today and tell everybody there what an asshole their 'beloved deacon' is? I think that would be loads of fun. What do you think?"
"It would," I agreed. "But it might also be dangerous. You know, even with the cops there, he would have attacked you yesterday, if his hands hadn't been cuffed. Danny Boy looks and sounds like a really mean and vindictive SOB and, if he had a chance, he would probably try to get some of his buddies and sycophants to help him take you back to his house for what he would call 'deprogramming'. Once he got you there, you'd be at his mercy, except he wouldn't have any." I strongly advised Ruthie that the fun wouldn't be worth the risk and Pam agreed emphatically with me.
"George is right. I know this guy's type, and he'd probably even kill you and make it look like an accident or something, if he had a chance and thought he could get away with it. Especially now that you have your parents' money, and I think he already knows you do, or at least is pretty sure. He'd justify it to himself somehow, maybe saying that it was for the 'greater glory of God', or some such bullshit. I really hate hypocrites like him. I don't blame you for calling him an asshole. I agree with you, but I could come up with lots of worse things that I would call him."
"You guys are right," Ruthie agreed. "But it's still a lot of fun to think about all the things that I could tell everybody in church about his royal asshole majesty."
"If he tries to fight the divorce, you'll get a chance," I told her, and Pam agreed. We all knew that Ruthie wanted to make a quick, clean break, and the rest of us, including Jim Howell, would go along with her wishes. Even so, we would have all really loved seeing old Danny Boy squirming in court while all his nastiness became known to the world, and to his sanctimonious friends in particular.