Page 16 of The Family Man

Anise shrugs. “Either TV or the internet I can’t recall. But it’s the damn truth.”

I’m finally clean, well, as much as I can be. I walk to Cassia and she passes me a towel.

I tap my face with the towel. “I need to stop falling though. Like really.”

“On the real though!” Cassia laughs and leans back on one of my deck stairs.

“Well, I am going to clean the front for you and then I’m going home,” Rosey says.

I feel bad because I know Rosey was dying to go to church. I destroyed her morning.

“I am sorry, Rosey. I know I destroyed your morning.” I watch her as she wraps the hose to move to the front of the house.

Both Anise and Cassia’s apologies follow.

“Yeah, Rosey sorry,” Cassia’s says gets up off the deck stairs.

“Sorry, Ro-Ro,” Ani interjects.

Rosemary shifts her shoulders. “It’s okay. I was too tired to go anyway. Get me the bleach and meet me in front, Cassia.”

Both Cassia and I went inside the house; me to my bedroom, and Cassia to my laundry room.

It takes my three sisters half an hour to clean up the front. As I was about to throw away my dress, Cassia takes it from me and says she will bring it back for me cleaned.

I make them lunch; we eat and laugh some more. Then they leave. I feel like I need to have a one on one with Rosemary. Since the divorce, she has not been the same. I miss my normal jovial sister, now there is a veil of sadness over her face.

It’s now 7:00 p.m. I curl up on my couch with my weighted blanket and turn on my TV. Netflix no chill again. Anise has gotten me hooked on these darn Korean Dramas. As I sink deeper into my couch my doorbell rings.

I glance down at myself. I had on a silk floral print cami PJ set, I left my robe upstairs. As I pass by the chair, I see Cassia’s scarf. Maybe she came back for it. I grab it up and run to the door.

Normally I would look through my peephole, normally I would look at my glass door and see the outline of the person by the door.

Not this time, I pull open the door. “I told you not to forget your—”

“I see that you already cleaned up.” My pussy clenched. Every time I see him it seems like he becomes more and more attractive.

It’s like seeing things I never saw before. I should get a robe, but my common sense has left. Normally I am a bit self-conscious about my weight but, I stand tall.

“Oh, hi. It’s James, right?”

He smirks and strokes his beard “If that is the way you want to play this. No, it’s Zac, and you’re Rosemary, right?”

The audacity, I smile it off. “It’s Sage. You were taking too long, so we cleaned it.”

Rosemary! He remembered her name. Sigh. Maybe he and Rosey can be a good couple.

He bites his bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I guess I owe you one then.”

“Actually, it’s two. Your dog popping in my front walkway and me falling in it.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“Three, you cleaned up my dog’s mess,” he replies, his chuckle sounds deep and heady.

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ZAC

She’s got the “it” factor. She’s got the cute face, round ass, tits, and tons of attitude. I like it. She is upset that I called her Rosemary. She makes me want to pull her into me, just to smell her. I wonder if she will feel soft and fluffy or solid and hard. My hands want to reach out and squeeze her. I dig my hands into the front pockets of my jeans.

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