The MakeUp Artist Internship

Just Stay At My House

     It was weird sharing space with Peter.   He did get some clothes that were classy and we went to the bookstore and bought him some classics.    It was a lot of sex in between his grading and reading.   However, he wanted a house.   He cried about that.   Charisse was extradited back to Indiana and we had to get restraining orders, but Peter made it so easy and we got it done.  Peter did want the insurance settlement but that would take time, but Friday, Peter would find out it was most definitely arson on the Friday after the fire and with the threat, Charisse was going to not get out very soon.   Her house would go into foreclosure.  Her things would go for auction.    I never wanted to set foot in that house again.   

     "I am leaving for the funeral service,"  Mom said over a text.   "Why don't you just stay at my house.  I know you did with Charisse and Sadie."

"Sure.  We can move there."

"Just leave my dildoes alone," she said.

"Mom!"

"I know you know.   Plus, I have Johnny now."  

     Peter was okay with staying at my mom's.   He said he even liked the neighborhood.   "I would even consider morning out to the 35."  I smiled.   "Your mom's house is so pretty.   She has good taste.   She always did.   No wonder she chose Johnny Depp to have a pretty girl like you.;"   I blushed.   "You're gorgeous, babe.   I fell for you on the day you were in my office, you are so shy and I wanted to be more to you than a stud."   I laughed.  "But you are,"  I said.   I admitted my attraction.   "I saw you and I didn't' want to be a lesbian anymore.  I was toying with it for awhile,"  I said kissing him.   We grabbed my things and his and headed out to the suburbs.   

      He missed his Mercedes'.   He was off and papers were graded, so he had my Altima detailed.  "I want to help you," he said.   Charisse never helped.   It was insult me if I said something stupid in front of her "friends".   Charisse's parents were finding the best lawyers and those friends faded away.   He'd straightened my apartment, and he looked at my photos.  I came home from work one day and he said, "You have Got to get some of these published.   You're really good."   He put his arm around me.  I never had that.   We drove to my mom's house and he was in love.   

   " It's beautiful and it is so clean," he commented.  She had Hannah come over.  Hannah loves to clean.   

"Do you want to stay in my old room?"  I asked.  "Or mom's."

"I have been living like a frat boy, how about her room?"

     We walk in and his eyes light up. "Man, your mom has some good taste."  He kisses me.   He grabs my ass.   I kiss him back and I feel him against me.  He takes off my sweatshirt and bra.  He holds my breasts, licking one and then kissing me.   "You taste so good," he said.  "Sexy Amber by Michael Kohrs,"  I say.  "It's so fitting," he moaned.  We kissed a few more times and I unbuttoned his Oxford.   His dad took him shopping.   He pulled down my stretch pants and panties.   "I love those.  So lacy and sexy," he says.  "You are just such an interesting soul."   I undid his belt and pulled down his pants.   I took him in my mouth and I said,  "I have missed this."   He moaned.   He came and then he repaid the favor.  "I am glad," he told me.   "I knew you'd see the light."    We then have sex as we should like that first day.   I got to come and fall apart as loud as I could and since it was my mom's house I let it all go.    When Peter collapsed on me he said, "as it should have been."  

     Mom texted that she landed.   She was not going to leave England the same this time.  Life was not going to be the same for any of us.    Peter's attorney called and said they were going to charge her with murder.   The letter read, "I hope you and that little harlot slut burn".   Her parents couldn't get her out of this one.   Her parents creeped me out.   They just stared at me as sometimes she LIED about things about me, like I was very dirty, like I had bad habits.   Sometimes in the middle of the night because I was exhausted I didn't wipe and i had skid marks ONE time but one would think I was consistently unclean.   

    All I knew was that the world was changing, and for all of us, it was for the better.