The Neighborhood: Part 19 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 19 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mdom][MC][SciFi]**

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with a failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords or phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to, to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and after a little lip service from Janelle, will work in his office. Colin and Alison had a wild night at a not-as-retired-as-thought executive’s country estate, but not before Colin learned his future with Fenris wasn’t as solid as he thought. After a visit from the company auditors to include a demo of the effects on Kristie, Colin finds himself with expanded accesses to the system. Janelle revealed she was behind the audit and its rewards, and let Colin try out his new accesses on her. Later, Mike discusses his concerns over the system changing wife’s behavior, though Colin highlights that some people have hidden depths.

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**Chapter 43: Things Get Steamy**

As Colin got back to his office Natalie met him in the hallway. It didn’t take him long to to determine someone was waiting for him. It was apparently one of those weeks.

“You’re sister in law is inside.” Natalie said. “She didn’t have appointment.” She added.

“It’s alright, Natalie. She didn’t come barging in to my office, did she?” She shook her head. “Well, good, at least she’s learning. I’m assuming I have time—before the next unannounced guest—to deal with whatever problem she’s having?”

“You have a four o’ clock call with the finance office about your team’s request for additional server use,” Colin actually wasn’t aware of that request, but shook it off, “but you’re otherwise clear.”

“Thanks, Nat.” He went into his office and saw Stella sitting on his couch. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, looking her up in down in her business attire. She *did* make it work.

“Apparently, I need your permission slip.” She muttered. He started to ask a question, but she continued. “To use the gym. I’m still on new-hire probation, so I need supervisory permission to use the campus gym.”

“Granted, I guess.”

“Well, no, you need to come with me, because my personnel info hasn’t processed through the auxiliary systems yet, and—.”

“I don’t need the details. You need me to go with you to the gym, give my blessing that you’re a bona fide Fenris employee?” She nodded. “Now?” She nodded again. “Then let’s go.” Colin hadn’t been to the gym, but he knew it was near the bus stop he used. As they walked, he glanced over at Stella, seeing a hint of her bra down her blouse.

“It all matches, in case you’re wondering.” Stella said. “I’m not going to let you embarrass me again like that.”

“I wasn’t—.”

“You don’t think I can tell when a guy is looking down my shirt? I may not have big tits, but I’m still a woman.”

“Stella, I—.”

“You’ve made it abundantly clear you’re not *just* interested in my coding skills. As long as you treat me like a real employee, I’m happy to just drop it.” She said, and Colin kept quiet. “Is this it?” She asked, pointing to a squat building two hundred feet down the sidewalk.

“I think so.” He said, though there were no clear signs until they got closer.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer.” As they entered, a chirpy blonde with a bouncy ponytail approached them in a tight logo-ed sports bra and yoga pants. The sports bra read ‘Fenris Gym Staff’ with a stylized corporate logo above it. “You’re first time here?”

“Uh, yes.” Colin said. He explained the situation with Stella, and Jennifer called over another guy to help get Stella checked in. Jennifer, in turn, brought Colin to her side of the reception desk.

“I can always spot the newbies.” She handed over a form for him to sign, indicating Stella was approved for entrance. “I saw you wandering around back near the bus stop. I keep telling corporate that we need a bigger sign, but, here we are. Then again, I also keep telling them to prioritize new-hire processing for intake, too.” She shrugged. “So are you going to check in, too? I notice you haven’t bothered yet.” She nodded at her tablet. “You get a set of exercise gear—an outfit is probably the better term—a month from the materials R&D team, and there’s no point in wasting that, right?”

“Like what you’re wearing?” Colin was imagining Stella in the tight outfit.

“For women, yes, men have a slightly adjusted style, obviously, but staff outfits are only updated every six months or so, so this isn’t quite the most recent. Look.” She pointed to small group of women across the distance. “The latest batch.” The exercise clothing the women were wearing was clingy to point of looking painted on. Two of the women wore yoga pants, and another had a pair of shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass. Covered or not, he could see every curve of their bodies. “There’s about a dozen colors, and yes, they are tight, but breathable—wicking—and surprisingly comfortable. R&D is still working out some design issues, but I have a sneaking suspicion Fenris will be marketing this stuff sooner rather than later.”

“Jenny,” a woman said, approaching the desk, “sorry to interrupt, but has there been any word on the regular blues coming in?” Colin did a double take. The woman’s light blue sports bra, while not quite sheer, revealed the full curve of her breasts and he could clearly make out her tan nipples.

“No, sorry. I know it’s a bit much, but you can just wear a tank top or something in the interim. Still, all the solid colors are popular, so we’re a little back-ordered on the material spools.”

“Haha.” The woman mock laughed. “*Solid* colors.” She sighed. “Wearing a tank top kind of defeats the purpose of the wicking fabric, doesn’t it? I want the sweat off me, not just on another layer of clothes.” The woman huffed and left.

“Sorry about that. Part of the problem of dealing with advanced materials and fashion is that you never know if it’s going to leave you showing off your tits or not.” She laughed. “You did see that, I assume?”

“I, um, yes.”

“Don’t be embarrassed—attendance is up twenty percent this month with the recent change in outfits. The problem is, pink, sky blue, yellow, black, and white are all a voyeur’s dream, semi-sheer in most light, and definitely sheer when stretched. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed they’ll probably fix it before my next uniform upgrade.” She winked. “Oh,” she snapped her fingers, “I forgot, as an executive, you get a pair of sneakers, too. So, can I finish checking you in, too?”

“I’d ask if you get a commission, but this is available to all Fenris employees.” He smirked.

“Even if you choose not to work out today, you might as well get fitted for gear, right?” He shrugged. “I like my job.” She smiled. “Nothing wrong with that.” She pointed in the opposite direction Stella had gone. “Locker room is over there. The gear desk is immediately to your right. Go to the locker room first, gear room second.” He nodded, and headed into the locker room.

An attendant inside the locker room—female—had Colin tap his bracelet to a pad. It assigned him a locker, and the attendant handed him a robe and a pair of shower shoes.

“Since it’s your first time here, you’ll want to put on the robe and go to the gear room next, they’ll fit you for everything you need.”

“Can I ask you, do you find odd to be assigned to the locker room like this?”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” She said.

“The nudity…people changing?”

“Oh.” She laughed. “Just one day of it, and you’ve pretty much seen everything there is to see. No big deal, really.” She shrugged. Colin went to his locker and undressed, putting on the robe and going back out to the gear room.

“Afternoon, Mr. Turner.” Another upbeat woman said at the gear desk, though this one was brunette. “My name is Georgia. I just finished with your employee a minute ago, Stella?” He nodded. “If you’ll follow me around the corner, we’ll get you set up.” He went behind the desk into a small room with a dais. “Are you familiar with our scanning equipment?” She asked.

“Not first hand.” He said.

“Well, you get up on the dais, without the robe and sandals,” she added, “and the cameras,” she pointed to a dozen or so cameras mounted around the room near the ceiling, “take photos and laser scans.” Colin started to speak, but she stopped him. “Don’t worry, no one except clothing R&D and Fenris medical can see these images.” Colin knew—first hand—that wasn’t true, but he kicked off his sandals, handed her his robe, and got on the dais. It only took a few seconds, and he was back in his robe. “Would you like a long or short-sleeved top?” She asked. He told her short-sleeved. “And pants or shorts?” He went with shorts. She rattled off a list of colors.

“Just give me one of the ones that isn’t see-through.” He said.

“Oh, you heard?” She almost looked disappointed. “Well, for men, the see-through element is secondary. Everything is still pretty clingy, if you get what I mean?” She glanced down at his crotch.

“And people are expected to wear this stuff, as is?” Colin asked.

“I mean, we definitely recommend you *don’t* wear anything underneath, and we highly recommend you don’t wear anything over it either. Honestly, I think the people who are designing the sports gear are looking toward a future wear everyone basically wears mesh underwear and that’s it.” She laughed. “Breathable, sweat resistant, and decently covering seem to be mutually exclusive.”

“So, um, you’re not wearing underwear?” Colin asked.

“Look at you being all shy.” She laughed. “That’s unusual for an executive, let me tell you.” She added. “But yes, none of the staff…and most of the members don’t wear anything underneath their gear. Given how clingy this stuff is, it would look terrible.” He looked her up and down and realized she was watching him. “No need to be coy. It’s not as if I’m not seeing your goods, too.” She laughed. The tablet in her hand pinged and she looked at it. “Yours is apparently going to be delayed by about an hour. Something with the fabric printer. Can I have your stuff delivered to your office?” He nodded and she tapped a few buttons. “While you’re here, you should visit the sauna…you’re already in the right outfit, at least.”

“Maybe I’ll do that.” Colin said. A little stress relief wouldn’t be so bad. She led him back to the main hall. “Just pass through the locker room. The entrance is next to the showers.” He followed her advice, returned to the locker room and went to the sauna entrance. A sign next to the door stated the rules: Shower first. Only wear towels. No bare skin on the benches. Silence or whispering is appreciated. “Simple enough.” He muttered. He hung up his robe and rinsed off in the showers before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

—-

The sauna was steamy to the point where he could only see about half the room. The benches were wood on one side, and polished stone on the other. Small hoses hung at intervals above the stone side, apparently to rinse off the seats. He saw another guy sitting bare-assed on the stone, towel around his shoulder, ten feet away. Made sense, Colin thought, though he took his place on the wooden side and sat down. He closed his eyes and leaned back, relaxing, and let his muscles relax.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Colin jolted, looking to his left and seeing Gretchen sitting there, topless, and wrapped in a towel similar to him. Colin immediately looked to see if the other guy was still in the sauna, but he’d apparently left in the intervening minutes.

“What are you doing in here?” Colin asked. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

“*You’re* going to get in trouble,” she whispered, “if you don’t keep your voice down. There a rules, you know.”

“Someone could see you.” He lowered his voice.

“It’s the sauna.”

“The *men’s* sauna.” He countered.

“There is no *men’s* sauna, dummy.” She snickered. “Didn’t you notice there’s no *men’s* locker room either?” He blinked. “Wow, okay. I mean, the gym isn’t crazy busy at this time of day—part of the reason I like coming here at this time—but I figured there would have been one or two other people in the locker room or the showers.” He shook his head. “Well, you put your mind at ease,” she loosened her towel, fully exposing herself as the towel fell to her sides, “it’s coed…very European.”

“I guess…I guess it just took me by surprise.” He said, but then she reached over and undid his towel, too.

“Sorry, you looked a little overdressed.” She stood up, tossing her towel over her shoulder. “Follow me.” Colin walked after her as she went ten feet deeper into the sauna. The steam was a bit thicker, and Gretchen hung her towel up on far wall. She rinsed off the stone benches—both levels—and sat down with a muffled wet smack. Colin got rid of his towel and joined her. “I like the stone better, just being naked.” She reached over and grabbed his swelling cock. “Apparently you like me being naked, too.”

“Gretchen…this…mmm…is probably not a good idea. European or not…uhhh…this isn’t…umm…” He was already hard, having trouble thinking.

“It’s not European, but it’s Fenris.” She straddled him, his erection pressed between the two of them. “You don’t go to the sauna before five unless you’re looking for a hookup…or at least one that doesn’t have a larger audience.” She put his hands on her breasts and he squeezed them, feeling her warm and slick under his fingers. She was grinding against him, her narrow brush of bush soft against his shaft, rising and falling.

“Are we really going to do this here?” He managed to get out before she kissed him.

“Do what?” She raised up on her knees, presenting a nipples to his lips. He licked and sucked, nibbling before pulling back. He wasn’t able to answer before she shifted to her other breast. “This?” She lowered herself, the line of her pussy hot and wet even in comparison to the sauna. She rolled her hips so her labia traced the length of him. She was hot and slick. “This was more or less how Janelle and I got together. She used to come in here all the time…hunting.” She laughed and shifted her stance. “Of course, I *let* myself be caught.” With just a bit of pressure, he slid inside her, and she gasped. “Oh…mmm…I see…*that’s* that you were asking about.” She was slow and steady, riding him, her back arched, his hands exploring her chest, grabbing her ass. It went on for a couple of minutes until he whispered to her.

“*Are you satisfied*? Gretchen braced against his shoulders, moving faster as she started to come, giving a soft moan that sounded incredibly loud in the otherwise silent sauna. He looked around quickly, actually seeing a woman silhouetted in the door, but whoever it was, hastily turned to leave.

“Fuck you, Colin.” She laughed, climbing off him. “You ask that every time I start to get off!” She playfully slapped his chest. She got on her knees between his legs, taking his hardon in her hand, gently pumping him. She leaned down and started blowing him. He would have liked to have kept fucking her, but she may have been a bit sensitive from the command to come. She pulled back a minute later as his cock started to pulse, come splashing on her face and breasts as she continued stroking him through the end of his orgasm. “My favorite part of the sauna,” she said, standing as his semen dripped down her body, “easy clean-up.” She grabbed the hose and colder water rinsed the come off her quickly and easily.

“I didn’t have to come on you, you know.” He said.

“It wasn’t your choice.” She grinned, splashing him with some of the water, which was shockingly cold now that he’d been in the sauna for ten minutes or so. He brought her back down on his lap and kissed her.

“This is my first visit to the gym.” He said, tracing one of her nipples with his free hand.

“I’m here twice a week, usually. I sometimes even exercise.” She grinned. “If you want, I can can your secretary and have her add it to your calendar.” She wiggled against his semi-hard cock. “You can invite her, if you want.” She smirked.

“I’m not sure this is her scene…besides, her glasses would fog up.” He raised an eyebrow. They separated as two women and another man entered sauna. The man was on his own, while the women were chatting. No one was shy about being naked, and no one gave a second glance to Colin’s not-quite-flaccid penis, though Colin didn’t trust himself not to get hard again. “We should probably go…you’re not really supposed to be in the sauna for more than fifteen or twenty minutes.” She nodded, and they both wrapped their towels around themselves, heading back out to the shower area. She rinsed off across from him, not quite giving him a show, since there was another woman changing in the locker room, but lingering over her breasts and then between her legs as she smirked in his direction.

“You’re no fun.” She whispered when he didn’t really react.

“I don’t think it would be good for me to get a boner in here, do you?” He whispered back. She shrugged, got out of the spray, and started drying off. Colin did the same and they were both starting to get dressed, their lockers at opposite corners, when Stella walked in, wrapped in a towel. Colin had just pulled on his boxer briefs and stood as she paced over to him, not quite stomping in her shower shoes.

“Did you know this gym was coed…like this, I mean?” She said, She waved around at the two other women in the locker. “This is not normal.”

“Uh, no, I *didn’t* know, and yeah, it’s a bit unusual.” Colin said. “Why were you out there in just a towel?” Stella glanced around.

“I went to use the sauna, and there were two people having sex in there.” Colin couldn’t help his grin. “It’s not funny.” She snapped, though quietly. “I went to tell them at the front desk because the attendant was gone, and you know what they told me?”

“A story about the birds and bees?” Colin asked as Stella grimaced.

“That they’d look into it. They didn’t *do* anything.”

“Well, I was in there briefly, and I didn’t see anyone having sex. Are you sure you aren’t imagining things? It was pretty steamy—no pun intended. I could barely see a few feet in any direction.” Stella started to respond, but was interrupted.

“What’s the problem over here?” Gretchen asked. She was wearing nothing but her stockings. Stella’s mouth hung slack for a moment, and she glanced away. “Who’s this?”

“My sister in law, Stella. She just started with Fenris. She was telling me how she went use the sauna, and she thought she saw—.”

“I *did* see!” Stella interjected.

“Okay…she saw some people having sex.”

“Nice to meet you, Stella.” Gretchen held out her hand, which required Stella to acknowledge the naked woman standing in front of her. “I’m Gretchen. I’m sort of neighbors with Colin. We commute together, sometimes.”

“Stella is living with me and my wife, right now.” Colin added. “She just started working in my division, so I had to bring her in to the gym to get her registered because the paperwork was taking too long.”

“Ugh, yeah, that has been an ongoing issue with HR.” Gretchen said.

“Are we not going to say anything about the fact that you’re standing here basically naked?” Stella said.

“It’s a locker room. What’s the problem, do I need to go to the salon again?” Gretchen ran a hand over her landing strip, which made Stella focus on eye contact, her mouth clamped shut. Gretchen shrugged. “I *was* in the process of getting dressed when I saw some random woman verbally assaulting Colin…but that was before I knew you were family—and that you were this cute.” She winked. “That makes it okay.” Stella said nothing.

“Thanks for coming to my defense, Gretchen.” Colin laughed.

“No problem.” Gretchen smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Stella, and welcome to Fenris.” She started to turn, but then came back. “Stella,” she traced her fingers along Stella’s bare shoulder, “if you’d like someone to show you around campus, or around Wolfsburg, I’m happy to help. We’re just a hop and a skip away from each other.”

“Um, thanks?” Stella said, as Gretchen blatantly sashayed back to her side of the locker room.

“She’s a bit of a character.” Colin said. “Nice lady, though—it might beneefit you to take her up on her offer.”

“I think…she was hitting on me.” Stella whispered.

“Gretchen just comes on strong. She generally harmless.” Colin looked at Stella, still in her towel. “You know, Stella, I don’t have to get dressed.” He lowered his waistband a notch. “I could escort you into the sauna, if you want.” She glanced nervously down at his crotch, biting her lip.

“I…uh…I…no…no…that’s okay. I’ll, um, go alone, I think.” She quickly walked past him and went to the sauna door, waiting a beat before stepping inside. Colin finished getting dressed and walked over to Gretchen as she pulled on her skirt, straightening it before stepping into her heels.

“I hope you’re not going to tell me she’s off limits.” Gretchen said.

“I’m not sure I could stop you if I wanted to.”

“True, Colin. I *am* a force of nature. I was half-tempted to get naked again and follow her into the sauna…a little too much for me, twice in a row.”

“Funny, I offered her the same thing.” She smirked at him.

“See you around?” He nodded, and she left him as he made his way back to his afternoon meetings.

—-
**Chapter 44: Not Quite Home Alone**

The meeting ran long, and Colin didn’t get home until nearly six. There hadn’t even been anyone of the commuter bus to keep him entertained. When he walked through the front door of his house, he was already half-hard and ready to relax.

“Colin, is it just you?”

“Yes, Alison.” He called up the stairs to her voice. She appeared on the landing in nothing but low-cut sheer black panties. “I can’t say I don’t appreciate the welcome.”

“I know it’s silly, but I ended up l accidentally giving the delivery guy a show today, so I didn’t want to repeat the mistake if you had someone with you.”

“How did he *accidentally* see you naked?” He asked, amused.

“I was checking for the newspaper.” She blushed.

“Nude.”

“I don’t normally wear a lot of clothes when I’m home alone—you know that.” She came down the stairs, her breasts bouncing, and Colin found himself distracted. “And it was just two steps onto the front porch and back nitro the house, but then he came around the corner as I was bending down to pick up the paper.”

“Really?” He chuckled.

“I tried to play it cool by signing for the package in the buff, but I think I was blushing the whole time.”

“If exhibitionism is your thing, Alison I’m sure we can make some arrangements.” He teased one of her nipples.

“Stop.” She lightly slapped his hand away. “You’ll get me wet.”

“So?”

“So…well,” she sighed, “I have a plane to catch.” She looked at the clock. “I have to be at the airport in about two hours. My mom—.”

“She’s alright, I hope.” He hastily said.

“Yeah, fine, actually, but she’s moving. To North Carolina…to some over fifty-five community.”

“Really? So, what does that have to do with you?”

“She wanted Stella and me to come help her pack, sell some of her stuff, claim whatever we wanted for ourselves. I told her Stella just started a new job. They don’t talk that much. Mom didn’t even know.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I’m going to be gone for about a week and a half. The movers are showing up the weekend after this.”

“Jesus, Alison, a week and a half? It’s a little short-notice, isn’t it?”

“Colin, you know the way my mom is…hot and cold, full stop and then full speed ahead. I checked out the community online. At least it’s not a scam. I had just finished packing and was about to get dressed when you showed up.” He followed her back upstairs.

“Look, fine, go help your mom, but this is a bit disruptive, you have to admit. I mean, what if I had been late getting home from work? Would I have just gotten a text from you at the airport?”

“I did leave a message with your secretary.” He shook his head. He’d left work right after the meeting. Colin started changing out of his suit as she finished adding her toiletries to her bag. He came out of his closet naked and walked over to his wife.

“You know I have to fuck you before you go.” He said, embracing her.

“I can always count on you for the romance.” She laughed, trying to pull away.

“You’re the one who is short on time.” He slid his hands down to her ass. “*You have a great ass*.” She shivered.

“Damn it, Colin, my *panties*.” She protested, and he shifted a hand down the front of her, finding her very wet. “Fuuu…now I’m going to have to change.” She muttered.

“Good thing you weren’t wearing much.” He pulled her underwear off, and moved toward the bed, peeling off the covers on her side.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I was going to be polite and not come inside you, and I figured, it doesn’t matter if we get *your* sheets dirty. Then again, you are *a come slut*,” she gasped with pleasure, “so who knows?” Alison fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, the dark triangle of bush between her legs pointing him right to her pussy. He pushed in and she moaned.

“Harder.” She hissed, and he started pumping faster, with more effort. “Fuck…mmm…fuck you…Colin,” she gasped, “now I’m—oh, fuck—now I’m going to miss this every night!” He fucked her steadily not bothering to amp her up as she seemed to be enjoying the extended experience, just their slow and heavy breathing in the moment.

“Hey, Alison, what’s for dinner?” Stella’s voice came from the stairwell. Alison, lost in the moment, took it as a command and started coming, she clamped a hand over her own mouth, though soft moans mixed with shocked laughter slipped though. “What’s so funny? I figured we could order pizza, maybe, and—oh, fuck!” Stella froze in the double doorway to master bedroom. Colin pulled out as he started coming, jizz striping Alison’s stomach and the sheets as she started jerking him to finish. “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you ever close your doors.” Stella turned her back, but didn’t leave. Colin was laughing quietly while Alison gave a sharp burst of laughter.

“It was a spur of the moment thing.” Alison said, getting off the bed and walking over to her sister. “You’ve seen everything there is to see, just turn around and stoip acting like a teenager.”

“I’m not acting like a—!” Stella took a breath, facing her sister, seeing her naked, Colin in the background, though he was grabbing a towel to cover his fading erection. “I know I’m a guest, okay, but if you leave your doors wide open, I’m going to assume it’s okay for me to talk to you about ordering pizza or whatever.” She glanced down. “You have, um, spunk running down your hip.” Colin walked over and handed Alison his towel. “Fuck.” She glanced away, seeing Colin’s cock.

“What?” He asked. “This is hardly the first time you’ve seen me naked.” Started to say something, but then stopped, memories filling her mind. “Pizza sounds fine, though, but I think Alison wants to tell you about her trip first.” Stella looked to her sister. “I’m just going to go shower and leave you two alone.” Colin went into the master bath, closing the doors behind him.

“I’m assuming this is about mom.” Stella said, and Alison shrugged. “And can you put something, on, please?”

“You were hanging around with me at the pool not more than a week ago, and I wasn’t wearing anything then.” Alison said.

“Yeah, and that wasn’t crazy comfortable for me either…and I just walked in you and Colin outright fucking. My ideal afternoon does not consist of me watching some guy come all over my sister.”

“My *husband*—first of all—and second, I came, too.”

“Oh, well,” Stella threw up her hands, “yes, that’s *exactly* what I was worried about.” Stella sighed. “Can you just put on a robe or something and tell me what’s going on? I’ve sen enough naked people today.”

“I need to get dressed, anyway.” Alison shrugged, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper. “The car is coming to pick me up for the airport in,” Alison looked to the nightstand, “fifteen minutes.” She went to her dresser and grabbed a set of bra and panties, finishing getting dressed as she explained what was happening back on the east coast with their mother.

“Nearly two weeks?” Stella asked.

“Yes, so you and Colin will have to be nice and keep each other entertained.” Alison said.

“I think I can manage that.” Colin said, exiting the steaming bathroom in nothing but a towel.

“I think the key element is to be *nice*.” Alison laughed. “The entertainment is secondary.” Colin shrugged and tossed his towel in the hamper, walking over to his dresser.

“Are you kidding me!” Stella protested, half-covering her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Colin said, fully exposing himself, “is there something you *haven’t* seen from five minutes ago?”

“It’s not the point!” Stella said, but she wasn’t completely looking away.

“This is his way of saying he’ll miss me—we’re lucky he isn’t hard.” Alison said. “Come on, let’s go down stairs. If I stay up her any longer he’ll try to ruin this outfit, too.” She ran her hands over her blouse and capris before looking down at the mess on the sheets. “Make sure the cleaning people change the sheets tomorrow, okay, Colin? Unless you plan on missing me a lot.” He nodded as she giggled.

“Gross.” Stella muttered as the two sisters moved toward the stairs. “You two are the grossest married people I’ve ever known.” All Alison could do was laugh.

—-

**End Part 19**

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