Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

Unearthing of the dildos

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We continued to walk around the store looking at various items. Netarute and Copia busied themselves in the DVD section. I caught them making out. I guess Netarute had forgiven her for her bitchy attitude at brunch.

When we were done, Mira had picked out two anal plugs. She rang up with Kirstin and we headed back to the house. Netarute rode up front this time and that seemed to keep Copia under control.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. Mira did show me their toy reserves. The ottoman in the living room was actually a trunk and it was FILLED with toys and batteries. Upstairs they each had their own boxes of toys.

"We don't use them all the time, but they're nice to have and who doesn't love variety," Mira giggled.

Trying to hold back my laughter I put my hand of my hips, "Mira I think you are a hoarder. A hoarder of toys. You don't need four different colors of the same dildo."

"I do! Each dildo matches my mood at the time." Mira wined as I let loose a string of laughter pleading with Neta to be on my side on this. Neta just shook her head at me with a hopelessly amused face. 

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That night before I cooked dinner, I went out on the back porch and took a few minutes to call Mom and Dad. Mom, as expected, didn't answer the phone. I left her a short message telling her to call me back whenever she got a chance. I guessed that would be some time  on Wednesday.

After I hung up, I called Dad and he answered on the second ring. My Dad is a Veterinary physician in Flint Rock, Georgia. He takes house calls for lot of horses, dogs, and cats. Seldom does he do surgery.  Dad answered me with enthusiasm. I told him about my day and asked about his. He explained was working on a some paper work for a horse who sprained its leg going into a ditched. We talked about how mom was and the horrible macaroni she made for him this week. 

I squealed, "She's still tryin? It's been years dad. "

"I know I know. But once she thinks she has something fixed she just has to try it or she will never live it down. I refuse to let her haunt me because of macaroni." Both sides of the phone were filled with laughter.

My dad is the cook in the relationship. He was glad I made it safely and also pleased that the girls and I were getting along so well. I told him about the move and the few good things that came from being here, completely going around the topic of Copia.

Even though I didn't have work the next day, the evening definitely had that daunting feel of a Sunday night. Netarute had a faculty meeting first thing in the morning and Mira had two appointments in Malibu. I think Copia had the day off on Monday, but I wasn't about to ask her what she was up to.

I whipped up some fried shrimp. Made a Mediterranean salad with avocado toast and plantains. While I was marinating the shrimp I couldn't help but think it was because of the complexity of our living situation.

I barely saw Copia until dinner. She still hadn't gotten the stick out of her ass? Shouldn't she be mad at her ex and not me. I didn't do anything and obviously her ex isn't going to come back. She should be able to see that her lovers are ready to move on so at least try to be supportive at the very least. Or she can leave And not give me shit. Just saying.

I wondered how Mira and Neta even got Copia to agree to this live in relationship situation. Copia seems like someone who bottles up her problems until the last minute and take it out of everyone else. I didn't want things to think of the consequences with Netarute and Mira if Copia and I were at each other's throats for the next week.

If this continues I needed to find someway to make reduce the tension with Copia. She's stressing me out and I haven't even started my modeling gig yet. Stress is not good for the complexation. 

When I got to work on the salad a couple things dawned on me. One, Stress beings wrinkles and pimples, and dull hair. I had to start taking care of myself more. I didn't have a problem with wrinkles themselves, but stressed induced wrinkles. Nah uh sis. Talk with  Copia is like try fight fire with ice. 

That night we ate in front of the television, watching and flipping between reruns of Family Matters, Moesha, and One on One.

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