Jul. 24/09
I was telling Gina about my efforts to find Sheila online this morning after Daddy went to work. I also told her about wanting to leave some kind of safe message, possibly some sort of bait, something to flush her out.
Both of us sat at the kitchen table with our second cup of coffee, Gina listening closely. She didn't say much beyond some sounds of understanding accompanied with an occasional nod until I finished.
"You want to speak to her?"
"Preferably, I suppose. As long as I'm comfortable with the arrangement."
"Okay, I have to ask: Why?"
"Well, I,... because it's Sheila. I wanna know."
"Slutty, what do you want to know? What do you think she can tell you that will help you?"
" ... I don't know. Maybe I'm just curious."
"Did you tell Dad about this?"
"No."
"I can understand your curiosity, but before you do anything, you really need to talk to Dad first."
"Yeah, but he understands my curiosity, too. He said so."
"This is different. Studying the label on a can of worms is one thing, opening the can is quite another. You'd be involving her in your life and that may very well end up affecting all of us."
"I know, I thought of that, but,..." I trailed off.
"But you're curious. Baby, if I were you, I'd curb my curiosity. Think of the mess she made the first time around. Think of how Dad felt about her. Think about our,... lifestyle here."
"You don't think I should do it."
"No, I don't. I think it's a very bad idea to contact her in any way and, while I can't tell you not to, I'm asking that you don't."
"Well,..."
"Talk to Dad about it, at least."
" ... I will. If I decide I want to, if I can think of a way to do it without making us vulnerable."
"Kat, please don't get mad at me when I say this, but I really wish you'd just forget all about her. Again, I understand why you don't, she being your biological mother, but it's never done you any good, thinking about her and,... now this. I really think we have enough to deal with where Peggy is concerned, don't you?"
" ... Yeah," I admitted with a sigh.
"Promise you won't try to contact her without talking to us first?"
"Yeah, I promise."
She displayed a careful smile, then got up and came around the table to give me a hug, then a kiss.
"Thank you, Slutty. I trust you to keep that promise, too. I wouldn't have asked for it, otherwise."
I nodded, feeling a little better about my efforts being curtailed now that I'd had the hug and kiss.
"What are you doing today?" she asked, arranging my Marilyn Monroe locks.
"I'm gonna go rent a buzz saw for the weekend."
"Oh. ... A buzz saw?"
"Yup, I'm gonna cut the basement door a little wider, so I need one of those buzz saw thingies to cut the cement foundation."
" ... Does Dad know about this?"
"He did tell me I could do anything I wanted."
"He probably meant within reason, though."
"This is perfectly reasonable. It's going to be the outside door to my secret laboratory."
"What secret laboratory?"
"The one I'm going to build."
" ... Oh. You'll be like our little mad scientist down there, won't you?" she asked, gently twigging my ear and smiling lovingly.
"(giggle)"
"So, what kind of things will you be up to in this, 'secret laboratory' of yours?" she asked, air quoting with her fingers before returning them to my hair.
"Stuff." I said with a beaming smile for her.
"What kind of stuff?"
"Superkitten stuff. It'll be kinda like the Bat Cave, but not. It'll be the Kat Cave. (giggle)"
She got a laugh out of this and then asked, "Well, are you going to have a work bench and things like that in there?"
"Yup, and a little compressor and a tool wall with pegboard and all that, but it won't be
just
that, it won't be exactly what you think. I'm moving my PC in there and there'll be a nice bunk with a soft mattress and heavy blankets, poofy pillows,..."
"That
sounds nice. So it won't all be super weapons and reanimating dead cats as your personal army of feline zombies?"
"Nope. Well, maybe a super weapon, now that you mention it."
"You nut."
"I'm even putting room aside for you and your cauldron. (giggle)"
"What, I'm your sidekick?"
"Hmmmmm,... more like a loose, evile alliance."
"Well, superkitten,..." she began, leaning down and giving me another kiss, "however you want to see it, you're definitely
my
hero."
She was in a great mood the rest of the day, even going out with me to rent the saw and get some other supplies, standing and listening to me talk to sales clerks. She had me stop at the liquor store and wait while she went in for beer and wine, saying that the three of us should have a bit of a party tonight before directing me to
Blockbuster
.
Back at home, I successfully removed the basement door and its frame from the concrete and cut it out with the saw without much of a problem, other than the time involved and holding up that heavy saw for so long. The heavy planks I bought were delivered and I got the frame installed, properly nailed into the concrete with a good, strong header in time to nail some plywood over the gaping doorway and run upstairs to get supper started.
Gina had the house cleaned and tidied, running around doing final touches in her little cut off denims and T-shirt, braless boobies bouncing up and down enticingly as her eyes sparkled and flashed with anticipation.
She was in such a good mood that, when she went to change, she actually allowed me to convince her to wear a rather short, bright yellow bustier with garter straps at the bottom to hold up her black stockings, and yellow bikini panties. Over this, she wore a long, black, short sleeve top with a deeply plunging cowl neckline and an elastic hem that barely covered her bum as a dress. The top of her stockings and her yellow garter straps were left exposed and, along with her black pumps and the most impressive job she did with her hair and makeup, she looked simply delicious.
I wore a recent success story from my
Singer,
a medium blue, under-bust vest, formerly the top of an old school dress with the skirt part removed and shortened, so that it sat on my hips and rode almost halfway up my bum. Under the vest, I wore a white silk, halter top/cammie kind of thing, just long enough to cover my boobies, proudly thrusting from my snug vest. White, V-front panties, garters and stockings, along with white high heels, finished my outfit, Gina doing a great job with my hair and makeup afterwards.
We got turned on just looking at ourselves in the mirror and were perfectly aware of why Daddy's eyes popped when he came through the door. We each greeted him, took his lunchbox and helped him off with his coat, hanging it up and guiding him to the little spot we'd prepared for him in the middle of the couch with a small table. Waiting for him, was the lasagna that was placed there as he drove in, along with a fresh, hot cup of coffee.
Seated on either side, Gina read the paper to him as I caressed and kneaded the back of his shoulders while he ate, he smiling and shaking his head at this treatment that he'd finally learned to stop resisting.
After he was done eating, we took him into the bathroom and put him in the shower. Reaching in the stall, we lathered him all up as he stood there, just a little embarrassed and with such an exciting erection that we both kept 'cleaning' with our slow and deliberate little hands.
When he got out, I went to clear his dishes and the little table, putting out a nice, cold beer for him, wine for me and Gina. She brought him out in nothing but a pair gray boxer briefs, (she likes them on him and I haven't the slightest idea why) his still hard cock jostling around a little in them as she brought him back to the couch where the evening news was just starting. We sat on either side of him again and kissed his cheeks.
"This weekend is all about you," Gina purred after he'd finished and we cleared his dishes and stuff. "Whatever you want, just tell us and it's yours."