Welcome to your new home...Halfway Home

You had been told that, to help prevent your new guests from raising you local crime rates, they had been programmed to think your place was their halfway house, you ran the place, and that they were trying to reform (crime-wise, you'd probably never be able to instill table manners into Mammoth or get Gizmo to watch her language). You look up at the slightly blushing Mammoth.

"Well, if you're sure, I'll show you to your rooms so you can put things away."

Gizmo's room was on the second floor, you had filled it with a large assortment of electronics, working and broken, as well as the tools and things from the closed Computer repair store.

"Gizmo, I was told you liked working with electronics. There was a Computer repair shop closing, so I bought what I could. I know they aren't in the best condition, but I hope they'll be good enough for a little genius like you," You explained, trying to flash a charming smile.

It must have worked, because her cheeks pinkened a bit as she grumbled under her breath.

Mammoth chukled, "What was that, Giz?" Gizmo glared at her and grumbled again, "I can't hear you."

"I SAID THANKS, ALRIGHT SKUZ BUCKET! NOW PUT MY STUFF DOWN AND GET OUT SO I CAN CLEAN UP THIS SHIT-HOLE!" Gizmo roared, turning red and shoving us out of the room before slamming the door.

Chukling a little, you lead the other two to a nearby staircase to Wykkyd's room in the attic. Her room has only a couple of small windows on the north and south ends, so the sun doesn't shine directly in. You thought with her pale skin, she may not really be a sunlight kind of girl. The walls are lined with bookshelves, although none of them are full, with her bed and dresser against one wall and a comfy chair next to a reading lamp.

"Wykkyd, I was told you liked to read when you were in prison, but they didn't tell me what so I tried to get a good variety. Most of them are second hand, but they are all still in pretty good condition. I organized as best I could, but you can change that if you'd like." I explained, smiling. Wykkyd blushed and nodded before looking to Mammoth, who set her friend's bags down, "I'll call up when it's dinner time, until then your can get your things set up, Okay?" she nodded and Mammoth started down the stairs. As I followed, I saw in the corner of my eye that Wykkyd had opened a book from the the shelf where you had put the so called 'Romance' novels, with romance loosely applied, and was reading intently.

Mammoths room was in the basement, mostly because of the exorcise weights as well as her own heavy muscle. It was nice and cool, but there were more windows than the attic, allowing for better lighting. her room was simpler than the other two, but was understandably larger.

"I know it's probably not as much as you're used to, Mammoth, but I got some weights and hopefully I'll be able to get you some heavier weights that can give you a challenge."

Mammoth smiled as she blushed and set her things down, scooping you into a nearly bone breaking hug, putting your head right between her mammoth mammaries, "Thanks for letting us stay here, boss."

"M-Mammoth...Air" You gasp as she releases you.

"Heh, sorry."

"It's alright, it's alright," you gasp, wondering if it was a good idea to order a girl who could crush you to a pulp on accident, it might be a good idea to see if there is a manual or any safety feature built into her, "Just get your things put away, I'll call down for dinner and set up some ground rules, Okay?" she nodded and went to work as you went upstairs.