The next day, and the next and the one after that...

Over the course of the next few weeks things seem to fall into a sort of routine. That routine mostly consisting of buying things for the house that wasn’t already provided by the landlord, while the girls are busy with their school and work. It was a pretty sweet deal, similar to the chore situation, Samantha insists on doing all the hard work, and whenever you feel like lifting a finger you’re seen as a paragon of generosity in her eyes.

If buying bathroom towels made every woman so absurdly grateful you’d have had a harem long ago. Not that you do too much work mind you, wouldn’t want to intrude on a “woman’s place” as Samantha so elegantly puts it. Of course, you having the only car makes some things a matter of practicality, for example nobody with an ounce of common sense wants to bike to the hardware store across town.

In fact, even the laundry you insisted on doing before turned out to be optional, as come laundry night you went to the hampers to find them empty. Confronting Samantha about it she seemed embarrassed “I’m so sorry Arthur! It was instinct!” Aside from shopping trips the only other meaningful thing you did around home was pay the bills, and pay them you did, With your savings you decide to secretly pay the rent half a year in advance, money you collect from the girls slowly paying it off. you couldn’t be dragged out of this paradise at gunpoint.

You knew your savings wouldn’t last forever, and occasionally you would sit down at your laptop and consider emailing your company before always deciding against it. There was something soul crushing about managing some mega corporations social media, projecting that friendly facade. you weren’t some hippie type, but damn did you hate upper management, and damn did you hate your company. Why can’t general stores make a comeback? In any case, you had to do some thinking about your future.

As for the girls, it seemed that Samantha was focusing on schooling while her parents payed the bills, you didn’t think studying theology could be that hard of work, especially in a church funded school, but you kept that opinion to yourself. Mary on the other hand impressed you quite a bit when you learned she was working in a flower shop, though it didn’t take a genius to guess she wasn’t interacting with customers all that much, probably packaging or something.

Yep, it feels like you all managed to get settled pretty quickly. No.57 is really starting to feel like home, just slightly less luxury and more lived in, lived in-luxury if you will.

In the den, The old fireplace mantle has a few family photos on it, flanked by your guitar stool and Marys easel And the love seats and armchair have been shifted slightly into more comfortable and less photogenic positions. In the sunroom the dining table is usually adorned by a charming array of rejected flowers Mary took home from work. In the occasional glimpses you’ve gotten of Samanthas room you’ve seen some religious posters on the walls, some bookshelves and some sports trophies dotted about. The master bedroom you share with Mary has had the addition of a vanity usually scattered with Marys personal effects and on the other side you’ve added a computer desk with your laptop and some scattered pages filled with half written songs.

Your relationship with Samantha has built on your first day together and you find yourself genuinely enjoying her company, and vice verse, usually such moments however were tainted by her ””subtly”” asking for you to join her at church sometime, you always give the same answer of “i’ll think about it” and at this point you genuinely were, just to indulge her if nothing else. Her daily wardrobe seems to be very consistent, comprising of the usually hoodie and obscenely undersized shorts whether they’re bike shorts, running shorts, dolphin shorts, even the occasional jean shorts. It seems if she owned them half a decade ago she’ll still wear them now.

Her work ethic around the house is a mix of a doting 1950’s housewife, a victorian maid and a loyal puppy, always eager to please and hardworking to a fault. She manages to make breakfast, lunch and dinner every day even when it inconveniences her schedule. She’s efficient enough at chores you hardly notice her doing them, and you’re at the point where you feel confident asking her to perform small task for you, from pouring you a drink to literally making you a sandwich. Though you suspect in your case her eagerness may be more than just her strict upbringing.

It’s getting hard to miss the longing glances when she thinks you aren’t looking, or the frankly impressive tomato like blush when your pants slip down slightly, or even the increasing tinge of desperation whenever she asks you to go to church with her. You honestly aren’t sure what to think about it, as nice as a stupidly thicc **** wife would be, you aren’t sure if those kind of commitments are if the cards at this point in your life.

Disturbing images flash though your mind of a madly in love Samantha writing in a diary about forbidden longing.

All you were interested in was that massive forbidden christian ass.

As for Mary your relationship with her also seemed to progress at a similar pace as your first day together.

Slow as molasses,

in winter.

The sleeping situation has at least fallen into a sort of comfortable routine, she doesn’t need to be dragged into the room anymore, and the slightest brush of a stray limb no longer puts her on the verge of a panic attack. you both sleep on opposite sides of the bed, she falls asleep sucking her thumb, and you get to spend a few minutes admiring her before falling asleep yourself. That’s the way it works, of course you had large ambitions for the future but for now a good nights sleep is all you can ask for.

Hmmm, maybe you’d have to test how heavy of a sleeper she is?

Outside of the bedroom she doesn’t overtly hide from you anymore, and the few times you do speak to her she doesn’t stutter nearly as much. Conversation still seems to be out of the cards and your little talks mostly boil down to questions and single word responses. Like Samantha, Mary’s wardrobe seems to be pretty consistent, she Favours dresses, though you’re disappointed to see most of them are vastly better fitting than her debut outfit. They’re usually floral patterned summer dresses falling to just above the knee, on chillier days she likes dark pantyhose, accentuating the length and thinness of her legs.

When it came to chores Mary was decidedly less efficient than Samantha, though she still did them everyday and on time, and she clearly embraced her place in life with open arms. You imagine you could ask her to do things for you like Samantha does, but she was at work more often, and doing so would probably startle her like a rabbit. Plus, it was way more fun to watch Sam hop to attention and carry out your whims like it was a holy mission.

During the week it was hard to pin down the girls exact schedules. Samantha had once tried to explain her times-tables to you but it went way over your head, and Marys seems to pick up any shift she can get rather than working regular hours.

Indeed the only events you could mark on a calendar were Amandas games on Mondays, and church, church, church, church. So much church. Every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday would have multiple-hour long sermons, and they’d attend every single one, It was lunacy in your eyes. But after a while even that began to seem increasingly “normal”

How living with two beautiful naive teenagers could become dull is beyond you, having so little to do seems to take its toll.