The first thing I did when I woke up was immediately wish to be unconscious again. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls. There was also this painful, annoying throbbing right behind my eyes, making my eyesight blurry.
The second thing I did was cover my mouth to stop myself from heaving. Yeah, that tequila wasn't being so nice to me the morning after. It felt like my stomach was doing gymnast flips all the way up into my throat, before belly flopping back down and slamming itself into my gut. Everything was aching but my stomach in particular seemed to need intensive care.
I guess that happens when you chug a whole bottle of high proof tequila without eating or drinking water, all within an hour.
Slowly, I tried to rise, needing to cleanse myself of this awful hangover, but found that I couldn't really move.
I was wrapped up in a woman's arms, though after a quick check I was gladdened to see that I still had clothes on. I hated blackout drunk sex.
Looking up, I felt my body stiffen when I saw Glynda's sleeping face. So she was the one wrapped around me. Slowly, oh so slowly I tilted and turned my head, trying to see where I was. Short answer, my office, the two of us laid on the loveseat with my head resting against her chest. Which is a very comfortable place to put my head, don't get me wrong, it's just that it made getting up to go and put myself back together like humpty-dumpty a little difficult.
Ah well, not like it's my first time sneaking away from someone I was in bed with. Although this time it was less of a want and more of a need.
Extracting myself from Glynda's arms was a challenge, especially for a guy whose head was beating itself into oblivion. As I very, very slowly stood, I saw my suit jacket that I had thrown away from me in my fit of drunkenness. Grabbing it, I laid it over Glynda as a blanket, to stave off any cold, and to make sure that she didn't think I would just abandon her in the morning. I'm an asshole, not a dick.
Anyway, with that done, I stumbled my ass away and directly to the washroom, making a mental note to swing by the bar and grab a big jug of water. My mouth was drier than a first date conversation with a girl who promises she's 'not like other girls.'
Yeah, sure you aren't.
Entering the washroom, I threw my clothes onto the sink counter and put myself under the shower head. Bracing myself, I yelped in surprise and a little bit of pain as a wave of cool water crashed into me. Ooh that smarts!
Gritting my teeth, I bore with it and got myself cleaned up, using the cold water to help wake myself up fully. Didn't cure the headache, dry mouth or the retching feeling in my stomach, but at least it soothed the aches across my body.
Sighing, I turned off the shower and dried myself off, thankful that the washrooms all remained stocked with the bare necessities. I then redressed myself and made my way back up to my office. Mentally I was planning to go out and get Glynda a little gift as thanks. What would she like? She's not a jewellery person, material items in general weren't anything she held much interest in. Maybe a pay raise? I mean I should give her one anyway, we more than had the funds for it, but that just felt impersonal.
Something to think about.
Entering my office, after swinging by the bar to grab a big jug of ice water, I saw that she was still asleep, using my suit jacket as a blanket. Chuckling, I gave her a kiss on her forehead, finding her sleeping face endearing. Her expression was almost always stern, with just a hint of disapproval. But while asleep, she seemed exceptionally peaceful, her hair falling about her like blond waves.
Moving back over to my desk, I took a swig of water and sat down, sighing in content as the cool liquid soothed my dry mouth, momentarily at least.
Deciding to be productive, especially after my night of drunken uselessness, I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a few sheets of paper, mentally preparing myself to get to work.
For the next half an hour or so, I was buried in some paperwork. I had to restock on some supplies for the kitchens and bar. I also made sure to send an email, because we fucking have those now, to all the cleaning, kitchen, waiting and security staff to let them know that we had our first health inspection coming up, and to expect a Robyn Hill within the next couple weeks.
I was so looking forward to that. Totally didn't wanna bury myself in my own backyard and hide until it was done.
Whatever, I was pretty confident in my business' safety and health regulation. Robyn was cruel, and vindictive, but she was also fair, so the girls and other staff at least would be safe.
Hearing a rustle, I looked up to see Glynda turning over, her eyes fluttering open. Slowly, she sat up, refusing to let my jacket fall and instead keeping it close to her chest. It was actually very cute, her slightly confused expression as her tired mind attempted to recap what happened last night. She looked up, and seemed to finally notice me. I waved, chuckling.
"A-ah, Mr Eclair, you're up. I'm glad to see that you're feeling well," she stuttered, collecting herself from her sleepy stupor. I gave her a so-so gesture.
"I'm up, sure, but the way I'm feeling isn't exactly well," I joked, resting my cheek on my fist. She coughed, and stood up with a slightly embarrassed expression, before walking over and offering my suit jacket back to me. Instead of taking it back however, I grabbed Glynda's hands and dragged her onto my lap, kissing her cheek. She yelped, surprised, but curled up against my chest anyway, "What would I ever do without you?"
She sighed, keeping her eyes away from mine.
"We have had this conversation before, Mr Eclair. You would have been fine, just with a few different challenges to overcome," she deflected. Well, I definitely wasn't gonna have that! Grabbing my water jug, I took a swig, and with my chapped lips just that little bit more hydrated, I kissed the angel in my lap on her lips, causing her to yelp in surprise yet again.
"Enough of that," I whispered, my lips a hair's breadth away from hers. I don't know why she continued to deflect all compliments I gave her regarding her help and assistance with the House, but I wasn't gonna take it. Suddenly standing, with her in my arms, I walked the both of us into the middle of my office, chuckling at her surprised and embarrassed expression.
"Mr Eclair, st-stop this! Put me down!" She pleaded, only to whine as I kissed her neck. It was cute, to see her veil of seriousness slip, it always seemed to send her into almost teenager-like fits of embarrassment.
"This place wouldn't last without you. The girls and I couldn't possibly imagine the House without you, you're a fundamental part of the place," I assured her, planting my lips to her cheek, her neck and of course her lips in turn, silencing any potential rebuttal. I wouldn't hear it, anyway.
"Okay, okay, I understand, just please put me down!" She pleaded, unable to look me in the eye. Her face was red, much more red than anyone else has ever seen, I imagine. Chuckling, I sat the both of us back down on the loveseat, resting my forehead against Glynda's. I needed to sit down anyway, my stomach was still aching.
"Thanks for taking care of me last night," I whispered, closing my eyes and pulling her in tight against my chest. She sighed, her hands crawling up my arms to my shoulders, wrapping around me.
"It was just the right thing to do. You have been far too stressed lately, you know. I don't think I've seen you that drunk," she told me. Yeah, I rather doubt she or almost anyone has seen me that drunk before. Truthfully it didn't happen all that often, but when the regular levels of stress were compounded by more and more stress, it tended to end with me either exceptionally drunk, or doing something stupid.
"Mm, I know. I'm sorry love, I'm afraid I let the stress get to me," I said in a way of explanation. She nodded, brushing my hair back with her fingers.
"It's fine to be stressed, Franc, just take care of yourself. We wouldn't survive without you, either," she assured me. A little heat crawled up my neck, which, if her quiet giggle was any indication, she noticed. I kissed her again to silence her amusement. The fact that I got to enjoy the soft feeling of her lips on mine was just a great bonus.
Once we pulled back, I whispered in a hurried tone.
"We should go to my place," I said. She nodded urgently, the both of us standing and quickly grabbing our things. It was day time so we were closed, there was no else around in the House that would need either of us, and home was comfier anyway.
"Should we get something to eat on the way there?" She asked. I considered it; a big, greasy lunch would really help settle my stomach, but shook my head no. I could handle a little ol' stomach ache.
"We'll order something when we get to mine, it can wait until then," I said. She nodded, and we both hurried out to my car. I think I left my jacket back in my office, but fuck it, I have more.
Of course, I opened the passenger door for her, cause that's what you're meant to do for a lady, and sped off down the road to my place, only just barely able to keep to the speed limit. Good thing too, I saw 1 or 2 police cruisers within the first 5 minutes of my drive. Then again, they were busy chatting up some midday prostitutes so maybe I shouldn't have worried.
"The group chat is quiet. All the girls seem to be asleep, so no one should interrupt us," Glynda told me, her scroll in hand. Good.
Rather than letting her know I heard her verbally, I instead placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed, drawing out a muffled gasp.
"W-We should stop by my house," She mumbled, tossing her scroll back into her purse. A groan escaped my lips, but she gently shushed me, her hand falling on top of mine, the one on her thigh, and squeezing reassuringly. Very quickly side-eyeing her, I nodded, deciding to trust her, and took a turn down another road that led to her place.
It truly wasn't a great distance from the House to her place, but for me, and my adrenaline filled body, it felt like an eternity, even with her assurances that I would love what she had to grab. I sure hope so.
We approached her house, a 1 storey thing with white walls, a sloped, grey roof and dark windows, with a fenced hedge around the short front yard. It was average, and likely provided the basic necessities and nothing more, but I'm sure for Glynda, who was out and about most of the time, that was fine.
Parking into her driveway, I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back into another kiss just before she got to exiting my car.
"I promise, I promise you'll love what I'm getting," she assured me, gently patting my hand before she left. I took a deep breath, needing to calm myself. She'll not be long, I'm sure. No matter how much I wanted to barge into her home and take her right there, I held back.
Waiting in my car, I people watched for a bit, just seeing what her neighbours did. Very pedestrian things, of course. One gentleman raked the leaves from his yard, while another walked out of his house to check the mail box. I saw people walking their dogs, chat with a few friends, and leave for whatever they have to do. Boring stuff. Made the wait a little annoying however.
My scroll pinged, someone had sent me a text. I groaned, praying, for the love of god, that it was something I could ignore.
Grabbing my scroll, I checked the text, and felt my heart leap into my throat. It was from Glynda. It was an image. Hurriedly, I checked the text, and had to swallow a lump that just formed in my throat.
It was a mirror pic of Glynda, her top lifted up and over her bare chest. A little bit text underneath that read, 'thinking of you~'
Fuck, I think I just had a miniature heart attack.
Making sure to save that for later, I put my scroll away, taking a deep breath. Turning, I saw Glynda exit her home, a large handbag held in her arm. I wondered what was in it. Entering my car, she saw where my eyes were placed and smirked, placing her bag on her other side of her body so that I couldn't peek into it.
"You're an evil woman Glynda," I sighed, causing her to chuckle. She gestured for me to drive off.
Well, I did exactly that, pulling out of her driveway and travelling down the road back onto the street that would take us to my place. Again, I grabbed her thigh possessively, although this time she expected it, and moved her skirt up a little for me to grab and squeeze her upper thigh.
The buildings passed by, and I derived a sick satisfaction from driving by people, who at this moment didn't know that at this very moment, I was groping the thigh of an exceptionally beautiful woman as I drove to my place. I don't know why, but that just made me feel a little powerful. Probably didn't make sense.
"Concentrate on the road, Franc, you're listing to the right a little," she advised me, a smile playing at her lips. Blinking, I looked with a little more clarity, and noticed that I indeed was listing very slightly to the right. I adjusted the car, and decided to focus more on the road, ignoring her amused chuckle.
Not my fault I got a little excited.
My house soon approached, and my heartbeat immediately quickened. I parked in my driveway, and exited my car, pulling open the passenger's side door for Glynda, who kissed my lips in gratitude. See, being a gentleman pays off!
With her in front of me, we entered the house, and the moment the door closed behind me, I spun her around and immediately locked lips with her, which she seemed to have expected as she very quickly wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
I grabbed her hips, trailing down to her ass and roughly squeezing, drawing a gasp right from her lips. Again and again our lips met, tongues battling for dominance, which I was happily and excitedly winning. We pulled back to take a breath of air.
"Lunch can wait," I decided.
"Lunch can wait," she agreed, pulling me back down for another kiss. Her hand grabbed my shirt, and I found myself being dragged over to my bedroom. When we got there, she shoved me down onto the mattress, placing a hand down on my chest.
"Don't. Move." She ordered, ripping my tie off and tossing my shirt into the corner. I'm pretty sure she legitimately ripped my shirt apart in her aggression, not that I'm complaining. Quite the opposite actually.
With one final, searing kiss that had my lips burning, she drew back and off of me, heading into my bathroom with the handbag that contained her little surprise.
I decided to behave, and stayed on my mattress, my heart beating a mile a minute. What was it that she got from her house? I needed to know! And I realise that she is literally grabbing it right now, but the excitement and anticipation was killing me.
My mind became a whirlwind as I imagined the possibilities, was she going to be wearing some skimpy lingerie? Maybe a kinky costume? Or was she going to come out with some crazy sex toy? Imagination was a powerful thing.
But my prayers were answered very soon, as, after a momentary wait, Glynda exited the bathroom, and re-entered my bedroom, standing by the door frame. And what a sight she was!
Of all the things I thought of, the lingerie, costume, sex toy, Glynda had chosen something better.
It was a playboy bunny outfit. A black, leather corset and body piece that hugged her figure, every curve put on for show. Fishnet stockings wrapped around her thick thighs all the way down to her feet, with a choker around her throat, a long, chain leash dangling all the way down to her waist. The headpiece with bunny ears completed the image, and oh dear god there was no better sight. The fact that she kept her glasses on only enhanced the costume.
"Worth the wait wasn't it~?" She asked me, to which I nodded emphatically. Satisfied with my apparent excitement, she strutted forward, and placed herself on my lap, handing me the lead.
"We should've gotten you in this earlier," I muttered, running my hand up and down her side, enjoying the feeling of her leather clad body. I don't know why, but it was enthralling. She giggled at my words.
"Franc, I just recently got this! I was planning on wearing it for a performance, but I find the idea of you being the first to see it far more exciting~," She explained, looking at me with a salacious smirk. Nodding in complete agreement, I wrapped the leash around my hand several times, and firmly pulled up, raising her partially off my lap.
God she was incredible. Gorgeous in every way. I could feel her for hours.
"Ah~!" She yelped, my hand brushing and rubbing between her legs. The fabric of the crotch of her suit was thin, and I knew it could easily be moved aside for easy access to her cunt, but I decided not to. I wanted this to last.
My teeth carefully met her neck, scraping against her skin, leaving marks and scratches that would easily be visible. Possessive of me? Yes. But I wasn't done anyway.
"Kneel down, love," I ordered, unwinding the leash a little, enough for her to kneel down between my legs without issue. She went to grab at my zipper, but I gave a playful tug on the leash, causing her to pause in her movements, "No hands~."
Gulping, and with a new blush on her face, she nodded. Slowly, and after a little thought, she leaned forward, and grabbed my zipper with her teeth, pulling it down with just a little difficulty. The button for my pants I undid myself, knowing it just wouldn't be possible with just her mouth alone. My underwear followed suit, with a little help from myself, being pulled down and around my thighs.
As one could imagine, I was already at half mast, how could I not be, right? And when Glynda pressed her lips to my shaft in a kiss, I quickly began to reach full hardness. And still she continued to kiss my cock, shifting down to my sack, up to the tip and even my thighs and the area around my groin.
Letting out a deep breath, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed her ministrations. When her lips wrapped around my tip, a moan escaped me, my hips rising up to press my length further into her mouth, which she thankfully obliged.
Half my length disappeared into her mouth, the other held in her soft grip. Heavenly was the only word to describe it, especially when her tongue moved and twirled around the head of my penis.
"Fuck, Glyn," I whispered. Apparently galvanised by my pleasure, her mouth took more of my cock, her wet, soft tongue working on my length and driving me wild. At this point I just allowed myself to moan in pleasure, knowing that she loved to hear it. I'm not sure why some guys, some mind you, didn't allow themselves to vocalise their enjoyment. Wouldn't their partner appreciate the confirmation that they were doing a good job?
Just seemed crazy to me.
Pulling her head back with a soft pop, Glynda removed her mouth from my cock, her hand working the full length of my shaft. I intended to ask her why she stopped, only to pause as I witnessed her push down the upper part of the suit, leaving her chest naked. I practically salivated at the sight, and how could I not? Her tits were unequivocally the largest of the House. I'm not sure the specific measurements, but I'm fairly certain she's a G-cup.
And without preamble, Glynda shoved my dick in between them, and squeezed her soft breasts on my length, drawing an excited gasp out from me, followed by a pleasured groan as she moved her tits up and down with her hands.
"S-Sweet fuck Glynda!" I quietly exclaimed, my grip on the leash tightening, the fingers of my other hand gripping into the sheets.
"I don't do this often, so it's nice to hear that you appreciate it so much~," she whispered, spitting onto my cock to help lube my length up, making it easier for her tits to entrap my dick. She giggled, lowering her head to kiss my tip, "I know you must be close, hm~? Because of my huge fucking tits~?"
Fuck, when did she become such a tease?
But I nodded yes, gasping and moaning in enjoyment. I wanted to cum all over her gorgeous tits, and then watch her eat it up, but not before I took a picture to remember the moment with.
Looking up at me with hazy, lust filled eyes, she continued her delightful ministrations, my hips thrusting my length into the soft warmth of her chest. I was indeed getting so close, with precum dribbling out of my tip. I almost wished to last in this moment forever, enjoy the addictive feeling of Glynda's ample tits enclosed around my dick, but even I have my limits, and I knew I was reaching my first orgasm of the day.
"Close, love, very close," I forewarned, my body twitching and spasming with an imminent need. Eyeing me with an aroused glint in her eyes, she watched me moan and groan with pleasure, waiting for my arrival with an excited grin.
And when I came, I came hard. With a loud moan, too. Ropes of white cum flew, covering her chest. It took a full 10 seconds for my orgasm to stop, and when it did I was left panting, a part of me wanting more, but knowing I'd need a minute.
More than that, Glynda was apparently a mind reader, as she took my scroll from my pocket and snapped a picture. Grinning, even through my panting, I gestured for her to show me the picture, which she did. She had sent the camera a smirk, my dick resting between her cum covered tits.
"What are you, hah, thinking of doing with that?" I asked. Instead of answering, she sent the picture to her own scroll, telling me that it's another surprise. I could focus on that later. I had other things on my mind.
Standing, I tugged on her leash, gently forcing her up and onto the bed. She had put her mouth to me, now it was only fair I did the same.
"Spread 'em," I ordered, now having caught my breath. Laying back down, Glynda obediently spread her legs wide, waiting with bated breath for what she knew was about to come.
Kneeling down, I pinched the fabric of her suit that covered her crotch and moved it aside, licking my lips at the sight of the wet cunt before me.
One hand grabbed her hip, while the other kept a taut grip on the leash as I happily kissed and licked the area around her wet entrance. I knew she hated being teased, but I wanted to do it anyway. She was cute when she was desperate.
"Oh Franc, please for the love of god, no teasing," she whimpered, but I dutifully ignored her in favour of nibbling at this one spot on her inner thigh that made her writhe in pleasure.
Poor thing, she really couldn't control herself, moaning and whimpering and writhing like that.
But, well, I had my fun. It wouldn't be fair of me to continue for too long. So, I decided to be merciful, and placed a deep, harsh kiss against her clit, long since used to finding that little nub. We had done this song and dance before, so I had picked up what was most pleasurable and fun for her.
Out of reflex, her thighs closed around my head the moment my lips met her clit, but that was far from an issue.
Her hands dove into my hair, gripping my head and pulling me deeper into my cunt, liking it sloppy and messy. I found myself agreeing.
But as good as it was to hear her moaning from just my tongue, I knew a couple of fingers would really push her over the edge. So that's what I did, taking my free hand away from her hip, and pressing my middle and ring finger into her wet cunt, my tongue and lips working on her clit while I continually fingered her up to the knuckle. And just like I figured, Glynda reacted immediately, moaning loudly and with wanton need.
I was really, really glad with my past self for renting a place apart and away from any neighbours. I clearly needed it.
"Oh fuck~! Fuck, get in me, please~!" She begged, shaking and shivering, her body hot to the touch. Rather than simply answer, I forced her legs apart and stood, grabbing my scroll from where she had placed it, and snapped a photo myself. Her, laying down, legs spread, wet and dripping with need. I then sent that to her scroll, just like the first.
"Mmph, p-please, please, fuck me, you know I need it," she whispered, voice laced with a begging tone that set my teeth on edge. Well, I mean, if she really needed it, it would be cruel of me to hold back, wouldn't it?
Pulling taut on the leash, I gripped her waist hard enough for my nails to dig into her skin, and shoved myself into the base, drawing a silent, gasping moan that had her spasming. I think she just had a miniature orgasm, if that was even a thing. Probably not, but whatever.
Hot, wet and needy is the best way to describe her cunt, our hips meeting in harsh, powerful thrusts that shook the bed, filling the room with wooden squeaks, moaning, and the wet plaps of my cock being buried into her cunt.
Taking hold of the scroll again, I opened the camera, except this time I took a short video, capturing her face raptured in pleasure, trailing down to her writhing body, and down to where my dick was repeatedly disappearing deep into her wanting pussy. And once again, I sent that to her scroll.
"Hey Glyn?" I whispered, looking down at her, observing her reddened face, the way her lips parted every time she gasped or moaned, how her eyes flickered and gazed over. She turned her head, and looked up at me, her legs tightening around my waist, "I love you~."
"H-Huh~?!" She gasped, surprised by the sudden declaration. Without explaining, I pressed my hand down to her womb and instead began fucking her in ernest, pulling on the leash and watching her mentally break from the pleasure.
And break she did, her tears of sexual arousal were falling, hands grasping at the sheets underneath her body. And god, she was so loud, moaning up a storm. She couldn't control herself, not that I wanted her to.
"S-Spank me~! Please~!" She suddenly pleaded. And me, not one to disappoint, obliged, my hand coming down and firmly slapping her rear, leaving a bright red hand print even through her fishnets. She yelped, and urged me on with an enthusiastic nod. So, I spanked her again, and again, and again. And she moaned every single time.
"Cum in me, please for the love of god, fucking cum in me!" She loudly begged, trying to force herself back on my cock with each thrust. Her aggression and need driving me wild. That was a good way to put it actually. Wild, unrestrained lust being the best way to describe the whole affair, the both of us sweaty, panting messes that thought of nothing but each other's pleasure.
With that being said however, I was starting to reach my second orgasm, and from the way she tried and begged me to cum inside her, Glynda knew it.
And who was I to deny her what she wanted?
Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I pulled her up and shoved my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moans as I slammed my dick into her cunt, finally cumming inside her, as she wanted. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders, scratching deep marks in my skin that I knew wouldn't go away soon.
Pulling back, the two of us were panting, lost for breath. Her eyes were hazy, and a little lost, as if her brain had taken a hard reset. Mine wasn't much better, as I could only focus on breathing. Well, that and holding onto this gorgeous woman.
"F-fuck . . . Franc, sweetie, hand me the scroll please?" She tiredly asked. Slowly, I sat us down, holding her to my chest. Handing over the scroll, I chuckled when I saw her once again open the camera, flashing a smile when she took a picture. Also smiling, she showed me the photo.
It was quite a cute picture actually. She was sitting on my lap, her head resting on my chest near the crook of my neck, capturing my gentle smile and her content grin.
"Mm, what's that for?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She giggled, but refused to tell me for now. Figuring that she'd tell me later, I instead stood, carrying her with me. She wasn't heavy, after all.
By her directions, we went into the bathroom, and with a little assistance by myself, we got her out of the playboy bunny costume. I then drew a nice, hot bubble bath, again, under very strict directions from Glynda. She liked her bubble baths.
Slowly, we lowered ourselves into the water, sighing in bliss once we were properly submerged.
"Would you hand over my scroll, Franc? It's just in my bag, on the counter," she asked, gesturing to said handbag. It was thankfully in arms reach, and so I grabbed the bag, set it down on the floor and pulled out the scroll. She took it, and accessed the group chat with the other girls.
"Anyone up?" I asked. She nodded, scrolling up a little.
"Yes, it seems that Blake is up, as well as Melanie and Neon. I'm planning to send the photos and video, what should I add as a caption?" She asked, to which I laughed out loud, surprised.
"You wanna send all that? I mean I'm not objecting or anything, but why?" I questioned. In her response, she smirked, rolling herself over in place, the two of us now chest to chest.
"Well Franc, you aren't the only one who can get a little possessive at times~," she said, pointing to the bite mark I left on her neck. Throwing my hands up in surrender, I left her to it.
"Maybe something cheeky. Like, 'wish you were here!' Or something like that," I suggested, to which she giggled, which was always an odd thing to see.
"I'll tell them, 'YOU wish you were here, but you aren't~!' Hah!" She cheered, writing the caption down and sending, her grin vicious, with a touch of cruelty. It was kind of attractive actually.
Putting the scroll back in her bag, she laid her head down onto my chest, sighing in content. My hand came up, and gently caressed her cheek, as I stared off in the distance.
"You said you love me," she whispered, to which I nodded. I did. Maybe in an odd, unfamiliar way to most people, but yeah, I did. She was amazing. Gorgeous, so smart that it was intimidating, and the person I trusted most. If I was ever out of action, which I have been, I'd trust Glynda with not just the House, but also the girls and all the staff. I know she'd take care of them, help them out.
She looked up at me, searching.
"Do you mean it?" She asked, to which I once again nodded. For a minute, she inspected my face, looking for any sign of dishonesty.
Apparently content, she laid her head back down, and relaxed, sighing in content at the touch of my lips to her forehead.
I'm glad she was with me. I'd be lost without her.