Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and Kurt had been planning for weeks.Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and Kurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourish she rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sized mattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, she opened up four brand new packages of disposable drop cloths and began covering the floor around the bed. The macrame plant hangers followed... down came the spider plants, up went the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toy chest from the medical supply house. Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom, handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawed blue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomore year at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on his horn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playing with his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen. Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Oh no. He'd forgotten to pick up that extra tube of Preparation H and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. "I can't believe this," he muttered to himself, pissed off that he hadn't made out a list before he'd gone shopping yesterday. The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. might have some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe and stepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound of snickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle son Marvin's closed bedroom door. |