On to second breakfast

AN: Despite the title of this chapter, there aren't any hobbits. Oh yeah, make sure you talk to all the hoes first.

Once all the chores are done, everyone comes in for an afternoon breakfast; this time, there's no arguing as to where you're sitting, so it's a bit more quiet. The meal doesn't look too bad, as even in the future, eggs and bacon still fucking rule.

Oh yeah, that blessing though.

Everyone proceeds to nod their head and you follow suit. You suppose it's the least you can do-all of a sudden, you feel a foot touching your foot beneath the table. Shit, footsies? Ha, a classic. You're just about to follow suit with whoever it may be, when all of a sudden, another foot touches your other foot. With the way they're facing you, that means both Abby and Flo are playing footsies with you, and they appear to be unaware of the other person. Sick! You're about to begin playing back; sure, the last time you played footsies was in junior high, but it is kinda cute-

WHOA! All of a sudden you feel a hand grabbing your thigh. It's Rebecca's hand, and while she's not grabbing your crotch, she is squeezing your thigh rather tightly, and you're sure you're feeling the heat through her palm. You get hard instantly.

Damn. All these hoes be after your D. Sick!

In a moment though, everyone resumes how they were when the blessing is over.

"Did everyone have fun with their chores?" Mrs. B asks pleasantly, doing her best to conceal her thirst. Everyone engages with some small talk (and you manage to play a bit more footsies). Soon, you all finish the meal and clean up. You're thinking about tits again when all of a sudden there's another knock at the door.

"Again?" Rebecca hisses in annoyance. Abby and Flo look at each other warily, as Rebecca opens the door. There stands Lotchen again, scowling but looking as bangin' as ever.

"Good afternoon, Rebecca," Lotchen says plainly.

"What can I do for ye?" Rebecca says with a tone that could betray her impatience at any moment. "Didst now not already visit us yesterday, Lotchen?"

"Yes, I did, yet that is nay excuse to be short with me," Lotchen says with a glare. But while the door is open, she takes a quick peek at you again, before returning to look at Rebecca again. "But as it turns out, I do not wish to talk with thee, Rebecca."

"Nay?" Rebecca asks with confusion.

"Nay. In fact, I was hoping I could speak with your guest," Lotchen says while staring at you yet again.

Eh?

"My guest? What do you wish to speak with him about?" Rebecca asks warily.

"Ne'er you mind that; it shall be betwixt the two of us," Lotchen says.

"Nay, I believe thee not. Lotchen, whatever thou wishes to discuss with him, my ears can be privy to as well."

"Yo, Mrs. B, it's cool," you say, breaking the increasing tension. "I'll just take a quick walk with 'Hottie Lottie' and things'll be chill." Rebecca looks to you as if seeking your own permission, and you just nod like a G.

"Very well," Rebecca says, turning to let you leave.