Amy’s Brunch Cock.

Finally, you get an idea. Before you go publicizing it, however, you need to double-check some of what you recently heard. You turn your gaze directly and specifically to Amy, admittedly causing several parts of your anatomy to respond with a smile.

“Just to be sure, Amy,” you open, “you said it was up to me, right?”

She silently nods.

“'Whatever you want.' Those were your exact words. Correct?” you ask further.

“Of course!!” she replies with a smile and a clap of her hands, clearly feeling as happy as the person she is submitting to this way should.

“Alright,” you tell her, now assured of your decision. “Then I just need you to give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Not a problem,” she says with a smile. “We’ll talk to Erica, and keep her busy for you.”

“That won't be necessary,” you correct, making Amy’s look change to one that seems to question you as you explain yourself. “She told you she can’t wear clothes in this apartment anymore, and that’s true. However, as she will be joining us for the meal, I have decided she needs to get dressed. Not only that, but it may take her longer to do so, as what she wears is very important.”

“Why should her clothing matter,” Craig jumps in with a question, “if you’re just going to be ripping it off of her once we get there?”

“That would be true, Craig,” you answer. “IF I were the one doing the removal. However, many people in town know we are related, and may not take as easily to our new relationship as the two of you did. Therefore, I suggest we travel together to the meal. When we arrive there, you and I switch partners.”

Craig and Amy each adapt inquisitive looks now, before turning them on each other.