it out, Michele.”
“Do you remember the other day when we got together and you commented on the way I was dressed?”
Denise’s head bobbed up and down.
“Well, Paul and I are engaging in a little age-play.”
“Could you translate that into English, please?”
Michele pushed the remains of her omelet around on her plate. “For the last year or so, we had neglected our domestic discipline arrangement. Recently, it was Paul’s suggestion that we should not only revive our lifestyle, but add another. So we agreed that during the week Paul will take on the role of my daddy and I’ll play the part of his teenage daughter.” Michele calmly sipped her coffee, waiting for Denise’s reaction.
Denise opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it for a moment to think. “Well, that explains the interesting getup the last time we met. Okay, that’s a little weird, but not a big deal. Michele, you can’t know how much I appreciate that you and Paul are willing to allow me to be part of your lives. And if you’ve agreed that this arrangement is in the best interest of your marriage, then who am I to judge?” Denise finished her comment with the wave of a hand. “Hey, if I can lie awake through a night of loud sex then I can do anything.”
Relieved, Michele excitedly shared the details of their shopping spree experience earlier in the week and how much fun it had been. “It’s like I’ve gone back in time, only without all the drama associated with actually being that age.” Michele paused and thought carefully before speaking. “I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’m really enjoying our new life. Paul has never been more attentive.” Suddenly, she nervously peered down at her watch. “Hey, we need to get going.”
“We’re going somewhere?” Denise looked puzzled.
“Paul ran out this morning and rented a U-Haul. He’s waiting at home for us so we can go pick up your things from Roy’s.” Michele gave the waitress a twenty-dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Grabbing Denise’s hand, she pulled her toward the restaurant’s front door.
* * *
The three of them arrived at Roy’s apartment an hour later, and they were all relieved to see that he wasn’t there. “Well, one awkward situation avoided,” Denise observed. “I don’t have a lot of things, just mostly clothes and my bike. All the furnishings are Roy’s.”
“You said his place is on the third floor. Is there an elevator?” Paul asked.
“Sorry, these were refurbished dorms. I guess in the olden days they just assumed the students needed the exercise. So we’re going to have to hoof it.”
Paul let out an audible sigh. “Maybe I should have played golf with Kurls.”
“Come on, let’s get this done before Roy comes home. We don’t want to have to deal with him,” Michele chirped.
“Except he probably would have helped us,” Paul lamented.
“Yeah, he would have helped to toss all of my stuff out the window!” Denise retorted.
Two hours later, Paul shut the door to the U-Haul and hopped in behind the wheel. “I thought you only had a few things. My God, how could one person have so many clothes?”
“It’s probably the main reason I’m broke, I can’t seem to pass up a good sale.” Denise shrugged as her face reddened.
* * *
“Okay, let’s get you settled into the guest room. It’s in the process of being remodeled, so I hope you don’t mind.”
Michele threw him a confused look.
Balancing a box on his knee, Paul opened the spare room door and flicked on the light switch. Denise and Michele walked in behind him.
“Whoa, Paul what did you do?” Michele asked with perplexed look on her face.
“I started some minor renovations to accommodate our age-play during the week. Do you recognize any of these things?” he asked, setting the large box on the floor.
“It looks like my room from mom and dad’s house. How did you…?”
“I found an old photograph of
“Do you remember the other day when we got together and you commented on the way I was dressed?”
Denise’s head bobbed up and down.
“Well, Paul and I are engaging in a little age-play.”
“Could you translate that into English, please?”
Michele pushed the remains of her omelet around on her plate. “For the last year or so, we had neglected our domestic discipline arrangement. Recently, it was Paul’s suggestion that we should not only revive our lifestyle, but add another. So we agreed that during the week Paul will take on the role of my daddy and I’ll play the part of his teenage daughter.” Michele calmly sipped her coffee, waiting for Denise’s reaction.
Denise opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it for a moment to think. “Well, that explains the interesting getup the last time we met. Okay, that’s a little weird, but not a big deal. Michele, you can’t know how much I appreciate that you and Paul are willing to allow me to be part of your lives. And if you’ve agreed that this arrangement is in the best interest of your marriage, then who am I to judge?” Denise finished her comment with the wave of a hand. “Hey, if I can lie awake through a night of loud sex then I can do anything.”
Relieved, Michele excitedly shared the details of their shopping spree experience earlier in the week and how much fun it had been. “It’s like I’ve gone back in time, only without all the drama associated with actually being that age.” Michele paused and thought carefully before speaking. “I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’m really enjoying our new life. Paul has never been more attentive.” Suddenly, she nervously peered down at her watch. “Hey, we need to get going.”
“We’re going somewhere?” Denise looked puzzled.
“Paul ran out this morning and rented a U-Haul. He’s waiting at home for us so we can go pick up your things from Roy’s.” Michele gave the waitress a twenty-dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Grabbing Denise’s hand, she pulled her toward the restaurant’s front door.
* * *
The three of them arrived at Roy’s apartment an hour later, and they were all relieved to see that he wasn’t there. “Well, one awkward situation avoided,” Denise observed. “I don’t have a lot of things, just mostly clothes and my bike. All the furnishings are Roy’s.”
“You said his place is on the third floor. Is there an elevator?” Paul asked.
“Sorry, these were refurbished dorms. I guess in the olden days they just assumed the students needed the exercise. So we’re going to have to hoof it.”
Paul let out an audible sigh. “Maybe I should have played golf with Kurls.”
“Come on, let’s get this done before Roy comes home. We don’t want to have to deal with him,” Michele chirped.
“Except he probably would have helped us,” Paul lamented.
“Yeah, he would have helped to toss all of my stuff out the window!” Denise retorted.
Two hours later, Paul shut the door to the U-Haul and hopped in behind the wheel. “I thought you only had a few things. My God, how could one person have so many clothes?”
“It’s probably the main reason I’m broke, I can’t seem to pass up a good sale.” Denise shrugged as her face reddened.
* * *
“Okay, let’s get you settled into the guest room. It’s in the process of being remodeled, so I hope you don’t mind.”
Michele threw him a confused look.
Balancing a box on his knee, Paul opened the spare room door and flicked on the light switch. Denise and Michele walked in behind him.
“Whoa, Paul what did you do?” Michele asked with perplexed look on her face.
“I started some minor renovations to accommodate our age-play during the week. Do you recognize any of these things?” he asked, setting the large box on the floor.
“It looks like my room from mom and dad’s house. How did you…?”
“I found an old photograph of
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