"I had an eighteen-ounce steak and a baked potato. Oh, plus half of Carynne's BLT sandwich."She smiled wryly at me, then ruffled her hand through my h...air. "I'm sure your sister tells you this all the time, but it is really unfair how much you can eat and yet still look so good!" You're right. She does tell me that all the time," I chuckled."Help me out here; who is Carynne again?" Mom asked curiously."The small brunette. She's like five foot nothing, and one of their flyers. She's got a bit of. A zen.Some twenty minutes later, there were cookies. Warm cookies, thechocolate inside still in its viscous deliciousness. Robb suddenlyremembered rainy Saturdays as a child, when his Mom made cookies. Hisdad had still been alive then. He smiled, a happy, slightly lessclouded memory in the jumbled confusion that had been his last twodays.Melanie walked in the door that evening. She had two bags, one filledwith thrift store clothes, that she hoped was at least a useable sizeand the other with. The piano, originally acquired for Helena, was moved out of its place in a vacant cell, placed to one side, and tuned. A former trainee agreed to play, a current one brought her violin, and Heidi Collins brought her flute.Guests were given brochures explaining the origins and ‘mission’ of the Centre to peruse whilst waiting for the ceremony to begin. That would, in time, result in a further influx of trainees.At Helena’s insistence, the ceremony began with a symbolic ‘freeing’ of, first, Fiona,. She caught her husband cheating on her and she had no where else to go. She asked me one summer day and moved in the next. I have a large three bedroom home with a deck and an in ground pool. It was nothing to convert one of my spare bedrooms over for Amy to use. My cock was semi hard the whole time I helped her move in. My mind was racing with all kinds of arousing fantasies, I imagined making love to her in every room of my house. At first, I gave her the space she needed, sometimes catching.