"Mother? May we go shopping for something to wear when we dine with Caleb's family?"
Molly broke the silence as her Mother read the daily mail. She felt it safer to ask her Mother while her Father was in the shower.
Discarding the junk mail Marjorie Indrabooty took time to examine her daughter's hopefulness. It had been awhile since they had done anything Mother and daughter. What better timing than to allow her to grow up the right way. The American way.
"I'll pick you up from school today. I'll leave the campus early and we can have a girls day out. Sound good?"
Molly bursts into a giggling hop right into her Mother's arms. She had expected a harsh "Ask your Father."
"Thank you Mother. You have made me so very happy."
"Wonderful. Now go get dressed for school. Your Father should be ready to take you to school in about fifteen minutes."
"I shall."
Before pulling away Marjorie whispers, "Look in your top dresser drawer. There is a tiny vial of perfume. Keep it at school in case you need it."
Giddy with awe Molly squeals and races away. She knew she could wear it all day. With her Mother picking her up she could make excuses with her Mother as an alibi. Her Father not wanting Molly to be too much of a woman so soon.
Gracefully escaping Molly heads to her room. Marjorie sets aside her mail and sips at her morning coffee. While she was dressed and ready she still had a daily mission to perform. Shuffling to her own bedroom she pilfers through her Husband's clothing walk-in closet. Each morning she set out his attire. She knew he so well that his choices were fairly routine. Suit, tie, dress shirt, socks, boxers, wristwatch. Carrying each and lining them side to side atop a fully made bed.
Beginning to move away she captures an odd scent in the air. It strangely smelled like perfume. Yet, none that she herself owned. She knew quite well her arsenal of seduction. Fidgeting she presumes it to be a combination. Then, it dawned on her Molly had a new perfume. Yet, again she did know the brand. This scent was not one of hers. Although quite curious she chose to give up and read the morning paper. It should be delivered by now. Her Condo gave each tenant the luxury of a daily paper in front of their door each and every morning.
Walking through the condo Marjorie unlocks the front door and looks down at the hallway carpet. Suspiciously their paper was across the hall instead of on the threshold as usual. Easing her door behind so that it does not latch she struts over to obtain it. Bending over in her short white skirt Marjorie felt sexy. She herself was allowed by her Husband to wear shorter skirts or cleavage. Today Marjorie boasted both. Marjorie was faithful after all. It was merely a confidence boost. Most days.
The second she bends over to obtain the paper a door down the hall opens. She had a strong hunch who it was and chose to linger in her stance for a moment longer. As faithful as she was Marjorie-Lovett Indrabooty often liked to become aware of what others thought of her. Call it ego. Her skirt rode higher in back than normal. Her butt cheeks not quite revealed but mighty close.
"Look's like our paperboy was in a hurry today." Came a suave voice from behind her. She lingered only long enough to curl her fingers about the paper and hold it in both hands before standing and turning to face her handsome neighbor Ryan Grissom. She knew him to be quite the womanizer and often wondered what he was like in person. Out of respect to her husband Marjorie seldom spoke to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Grissom. Yes, our paper is never this far away from the door."
"Ryan, please. Mr. Grissom is my Dad. His Dad. So on! You look very nice today. If you don't mind my saying so."
Marjorie faintly blushes and awkwardly holds her paper straight up and down in it's rolled state. Subconsciously she lets her nervous hand stroke it like a big cock.
"Good morning again, Ryan. Thank you for the compliment. You are quite dapper yourself."
He admires her hands and flirts with his eyes. She notes his gaze then realizes her unintentional display. Blushing harder this time she waves the paper at him as if pelting him on the head. Her smile shy yet playful.
"Have a good day, Ryan."
"Better now I believe." He winks.
She hurries back inside closing her door. Taking a deep breath she presses her back side against the barrier and huffs at her hair. Why was she flirting back? What brought that on?
Her thoughts swiftly alter as her husband Sahseej steps from his bedroom. Tugging at his suit coat for a less constrictive fit. He eyes her down the hallway with an expressionless glare. He too knew his wife well. She appeared flustered.
"Are you alright?" He questions.
Marjorie swiftly regains her composure. Leaving the doorway she strides with confidence toward her husband. In passing she uses the paper to swat him on the behind. The action made Sahseej raise an eye brow. Had he forgotten something that she remained silent over? Something that she expected him to remember on his own?
Returning to their bedroom Marjorie goes to her closet and switches her shoes into higher heels. Today she felt very sexy. Moving out of her own closet she finds Sahseej in the doorway staring at her.
"When I went to get the paper it was across the hall. I bent over and move show felt weak in the heel. I thought it best to switch shoes to avoid issues later."
"I see." He nods barely.
"Oh, I'll pick Molly up from school today. I promised to take her shopping. For something presentable when going to meet Caleb's parents."
Sahseej fidgets his lips, "Spend well. Of this I will not put my foot down. Buy new shoes for yourself."
Marjorie eases into her husbands arms hugging him about the waist, "Of course. Already planned on that you Charmer. Now kiss your wife goodbye."
In the doorway they passionately made out for two full minutes. Behind them Molly stepped out ready for school. Book bag in hand. Her eyes lowered out of respect. It was good to see their love for one another.
Parting at Molly clearing her throat the lovebirds smirk at each other. Smile becoming a frown Marjorie looks over her shoulder sniffing at the air.
"I swear I smell a perfume I have never owned. How strange."
She steps around Sahseej and joins Molly. Sahseej then retrieves his briefcase from beside his dresser. Eying the case he looks at it with flared realization. She had smelled the thong given to him by the girl on the street. The one who dropped Caleb Houser off at school. He had forgotten it was still locked away inside. Why couldn't he get rid of them? He knew he should. Today he would. Possibly.
Gathering up his car keys he journeys into the condo to meet with his family. The ladies were giggling by the front door. Sahseej merely motioned for them to break it up and take their leave. He had a surgery to perform in under four hours.
The elevator ride was fairly uneventful and another round of kisses led everyone off into the parking area to leave their own directions. Molly joining her Father in his SUV as per usual. Engine started Sahseej left their home and into traffic.
"Your Mother tells me she will pick you up from school."
"Yes. We are going clothing shopping. I am very happy today. Thank you for allowing me too Father. Would you like a new tie?"
He smirks at her jubilation, "I do not need a new tie."
"May I buy a bathing suit? Caleb's home has a beach." She grits her teeth awaiting a disappointment.
After a moment of thought he decides to be favorable toward her, "Buy what you wish. You are an adult your Mother keeps insisting. Please know I am trying."
Molly unhooks her seatbelt in a blur and throws herself toward her Father's right arm. Hugging it tightly with a squeal of happiness. This led to a switch kiss to his right cheek. "Thank you Father. I love you so very much."
"Please to put your seatbelt on. I love you too."
