Sunday

After checking out the house, Carrie retrieved her yoga pants and a PINK sweatshirt and flip flops and went to the store. When John came downstairs an hour later, he was greeted with the perfect sight: Carrie, clad only in a pink thong and matching apron, cooking pancakes, summer sausage, scrambled eggs with a homemade simple maple syrup.

"Too damn long since this place smelled of breakfast," John said. He sat down, robe opening to reveal a half-hard cock. Carrie fixed him a plate.

"You're not eating?" John asked. Carrie shook her head, sliding down to kiss his cockhead.

"I want something else for breakfast, Daddy," she purred.

***

Carrie felt like a dutiful wife - she cooked breakfast, gave her new Daddy a blowjob, and even did the dishes. Better yet, the favorable impression he'd made on her last night persisted into day. She didn't agree with him politically on many issues, but he could defend his takes and left her stumped on a few of her own, to her chagrin. They spent the rest of the day learning about each other.

Carrie knew it was time to get back to New Mexico. She and John were laying on the couch, making out, his hand on the breast, her cradling his spent cock.

"Daddy ... it's time."

"I know doll," John replied sadly. "Where do we go from here?"

"Well, I'm doing some remote work this summer. And during fall, I could probably do a Tuesday and Thursday schedule. You need to go back to AA. And you're going to speak at the next AA meeting."

"Will you go with me? I've never stayed long enough that it made a difference." Carrie smiled.

"I will. Three things I love, John Putnam: candor, truthfulness and vulnerability. Wait, I forgot Daddy dick." John laughed at that, hard. Carrie smiled and returned to business. "I'll be back on Friday, Daddy. The pool area needs to be cleaned up, and I intend to start tanning nude this summer. I'm going to the hair salon next week, and I'll start with getting my clit pierced."

"That's a good girl, Barbie." Carrie clenched her thighs, kissed John one more time and was off. Fuck I want this, she thought, singing along with the radio.