Thankfully, his daughters didn't call until late Sunday afternoon, so Mark fucked me four times between waking up and leaving to collect them. They chatted away excitedly during the drive home and as we sat on the couch together. For dinner, I had the three of them sit at the table while I prepared a little something I could only hope they enjoyed. Living alone meant I had to only cook for one, but it was one of the few pleasures I'd found in life.

To be honest, I actually hoped the girls would enjoy the meal more than him, because I hoped that maybe I'd be invited around more...