Do what you love, and you'll never work a day in your life. That was Ben's goal. And when he met Debbie, a beautiful blonde widow who needed help to get her late husband's archaic hobby store making money again, he knew he'd found that love. But when Debbie's sister-in-law, Angela, shows up, things get very interesting.
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I did not know what to expect of our visitor, but in my wildest dreams wouldn't have imagined this woman. Debbie's car is a simple four-door sedan and when it pulled up to the house, bags and suitcases were held down with ratchet straps and duct tape on the roof and trunk. Debbie opened her door, stepped out, and our eyes met. She looked at me apologetically.
The passenger door opened and this little spitfire of a woman popped out.
"The worst flight of my entire life. I'll never fly that lousy airline again, I assure you. Can you believe they made me wear a T-shirt over my blouse because my neckline was 'unacceptable'!? That's crap! And I abhor flying coach!"
The woman was about five foot two, with long, straight hair as black as a raven's wing. She wore an electric blue pencil-style dress that showed off her very ample curves. The plunging neckline of her dress showed off her terrifically big boobs, and she wore four-inch stiletto heels. Who travels like this, I couldn't help but think. When I fly, I'm all about comfort.
Debbie came around and helped the woman traverse the gravel driveway in her high heels. I stepped down off the porch, and the woman noticed me a moment before Debbie introduced me.
"Angie, this is the young man I told you about. Ben, this is my sister-in-law, Angela."
Angela looked me up and down, lowering her designer eyeglasses to do so.
I extended my hand. "I'm happy to meet you, Angela." Angela lightly shook my hand while looking down at it.
"My, this boy has some paws, doesn't he? Look at the size of those hands."
Debbie met my gaze. With a grin, she replied, "Yes, he does. Oh, and Angie, he kissed me the other day, quite unexpectedly."
Angela looked up at me, "Did he, now? Was it a good kiss?"
Still smiling at me, Debbie replied, "Not bad. Could use some practice."
"I'm sure." Angela tugged my hand to get my attention. "Okay Kitten, take Auntie Angela's bags inside. I need to freshen up." Then she turned and strode into the house as if she owned it, her big, beautiful butt moving delightfully in the tight dress.
I looked quizzically at Debbie. "Kitten?"
Debbie laughed. "She takes a bit of getting used to. Please put the bags in the upstairs bedroom on the left. Thanks." Then she also walked into the house, with quite a lot of wiggle in her walk as well.
It took quite a while to get her eighteen bags from the car.
As I got the last two into the upstairs guest room, Angela met me at the bedroom door and looked up into my eyes expectantly.
"Okay Kitten, this bag, and this bag, and this bag, will need to be put downstairs in the master bedroom." She met my eyes defiantly, looking for any shock or outrage on my face. She'd just told me in so many words that she'd be sleeping with Debbie and was looking for a reaction. Angela had a lovely olive complexion and light brown eyes. Her makeup was, in a word, perfect. This woman puts effort into looking good, I thought to myself. She was nothing short of stunning.
I smiled sweetly. "Whatever you need, Angela." I picked up the three bags and turned downstairs.
As I did, Angela smiled and patted my butt. "That's a good boy."
