Carmen

Picnic

After waking up, washing, putting clothes on, and sending the letter to Carmen in the mail, Michael woke up. " Oh god, Jimmity Cricket that was a good night", Michael looked at me and fell back in bed. "Carmen has the best woman in the world, and I plan to steal her", he said cockily. I giggled and started cooking regular food, like pancakes and bacon for Michael and had leftover soup for me. By the second pancake came  from the pan Michael was literally on me like white on rice, hugging from behind as always. Man I loved that shit, the best hugs you could give a girl. Looking behind me for a brief moment I found his lips on mine, boy was he a good kisser. 

Flipping around 5 pancakes and sizzling 6 pieces of bacon I think he has enough, oh a tall glass of orange juice, hand squeezed and a tall glass of whole milk. It was fit for more than an Englishman but a King! And boy, he can eat, for his size I thought that would be a lot. Well, there goes my sanity, "how the hell did you do that", I scream shocked. "Do what?", Michael said with a cocked head, looking like a confused puppy. "Eat that whole meal in...", I check the time, "10 bloody minutes!!!". I was shocked, I guess that's how men eat. Either that or he has four stomachs like a heifer.

Cleaning up the dishes and skipping breakfast, Michael peeked around the corner at me. Without looking in his direction and continuing working, I asked, "Is there something you want?". He opened his eyes wide and nodded. I finished cleaning and walked to him, "what?". "I wanted to say thank you for breakfast and the lovely dinner last night. And if you would love to go on a date with you today around noon, it's going to be a picnic. Or anything you-", I cut him off. "A picnic's splendid friend, I'll go put on my goggle and snow gear", I sarcastically said. "HOW ABOUT AN INSIDE PICNIC! ME AND MY MOTHER DID THAT IN THE WINTER IN ENGLAND!", he shouted excitedly. "Okay champ, as you wish. Take a bath first though, please?", I begged, he reeked of the smelled of ball sack and sweat. Not lovely at all.

So after leading Michael to the bathroom and showing him all the gadgets of the room  I'm off to wash his clothes. Picking up extra things of mine, I reach under the bed and find my favorite panties I wore on our first date, getting washed. Found a old bra, sweatpants, and his underwear and a over sized t shirt, getting washed. I knock on the door of the bathroom, "you see anything in there I can wash?", I ask politely. "How about me?", Michael opened the door wide and everything exposed. I didn't know what to say, I was stunned. I grabbed all the dirty clothes in the bathroom and walked out. Out my way out the door, Michael whipped me with his wet wash cloth, and man did that hurt. 

While rubbing my butt on the way to taking the clothes down to the basement for washing, i found a ruble coin on my way down. So took that. I separated the colors from the dark clothing, whites, and work uniforms. out of all my clothes I had more work clothes than ever! Odd for a girl right? Anyway, I put all my colors and dark clothes in together sense they were small piles. With in three second I started washing I heard the loudest yell from my bathroom upstairs, Michael. I rushed up the stairs like the devil was chasing me and slammed the bathroom door open. My jaw dropped at the sight of Michael masturbating on the edge of my bath tub. He looked at me, I looked at him. "so... about that panic situation.", he tried to play it off. "No to the picnic and penis now hurry the hell up", I said momentously and closed the door. That's a wrap for the morning.