“Where’s Grandma Rosie?”
“She’s still asleep.” He looked up at her with bright doe eyes. “I’m hungry.”
She went into the kitchen and began making breakfast, with a bright smile on her face. “Peter, do you want breakfast?”
“Yes I do.”
She made scrambled eggs, pan sausage, grits and wheat pancakes with maple syrup. The three of them sat around the table and ate. Rosie, Peter’s mother, came down the stairs in her house coat.
“Y’all back already?” She made a plate.
“Yes mom, we’re back.”
“Good, I have to go to my card club soon. Collin was a dear as usual.” She strolled back to her room.
“Mom, Dad, I have a soccer game today,” Collin said.
Anais looked at the large calendar that was stuck to the refrigerator. “At 3 o’clock.”
“I have to be there by 2 to talk to the coach.”
“Okay sweetie.”
She cleaned the dishes while Peter took Collin upstairs for his bath. She turned the television to a random channel and while she washed the dishes, the commercial for the Love Palace came on again.
“Yes it is,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.
***
“Go, go, go, Collin, go left!” Peter was a huge soccer fan, and when his son expressed an interest in playing he was over the moon with joy. Over the summer, most of their weekends (and a few weekdays) were filled with soccer practices and games.
Anais preferred to keep Collin busy, because he was a restless little boy. Even as a baby, he would try to climb out of their arms and sit up before he was able to. He started walking, then running early. Sometimes it proved hard to keep his attention on more academic matters, but seeing that he was only in preschool, he was still learning well.
An hour later the game was over, and Collin’s team had won. The Walsh family loaded their cooler and their child into their car to make their way back home.
“I want to go back,” Anais told Peter over dinner.
“Go back where Mommy?” Collin asked.
“Collin, me and mommy are talking right now,” Peter said. To Anais, he said, “Do you now?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What do you want to do this time?”
“What can we do?”
“We can do whatever you want.”
“I want you to interrogate me.”
“Bad Cop routine, I like it.”
Anais nodded. “Don’t go easy on me. I want to see how depraved your mind is.”
“And you will.”
He rubbed her thigh. “We can go next weekend. Collin, you have that slumber party next weekend, right?”
“Right Daddy.”
“See, we don’t have to call my mother over and interrupt her card playing.”
***
“Card playing?” Rosie said when they informed her of their plans. “I was going to go to the casino.”
“So everyone is going to be busy next weekend then?” Anais asked.
“Apparently so. It works out well then. Don’t come home with another child,” Rosie said.
Anais put on a face of mock indignation. “We’re not planning on it.”
***
The week dragged on for Anais. She loved her job as a hairstylist, but she wanted to go back to the resort. Her clients would talk to her about their usual problems — men, work, their children, and yet Anais was only half in reality. Her mind was focusing on the fantasy of what Peter would do to her.
“You are my property in here…” His voice circled around in her mind, sending a jolt of excitement through her lower back. After their first round, Peter spanked her with a paddle for her perceived disobedience. He then double penetrated her with the aid of a dildo to teach her what her place was. Anais’s orgasm was huge from that game.
She could only imagine what he would do to her during the bad cop interrogation routine.
“Anais!!!” Her client snapped her back to reality.
“Yes?”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Do what feels right.”
“That’s not good advice,” the client said.
“How are you going to reject free advice?” Anais asked.
“I’ll reject it if it’s not what I want to hear.”
The patrons and hairdressers laughed together.
***
Friday finally came. Anais packed some clothing into an overnight bag, while Peter collected his toiletries in his. They both wore huge smiles on their faces.
Collin came into the room with his sleeping bag and backpacked stuffed with clothing. “You guys look really happy,” he said with a yawn.
“You’re getting sleepy before you even get to the sleepover,” Anais said, rubbing his hair.
“He’ll wake up once he gets around his friends.”
“I just hope Richard doesn’t fart like he does at school,” Collin said with a straight face.
Anais and Peter laughed. “Just cover your nose,” Peter said.
“But Mom, he could run the rats out of a house.”
“Do you want to take some air freshener?”
“I already told Thomas to have some.”
The couple laughed some more. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Anais asked.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
“I’m definitely ready.”
They drove Collin to his friend’s Thomas’ house and dropped him off after speaking and trading pleasantries with the other parents.
“Be good sweetie and have fun.”
“I will mom. Bye dad,” Collin said.
“Bye champ.” Peter waved at his son.
They had to stop themselves from running to the car and speeding to the Love Palace.
The same concierge was at the desk. “Welcome back to the Love Palace, what is you fantasy?”
They were checked as quickly as possible and given their room key.
Once inside of the room, they got a quick look at the layout of the room. This room was a suite — the bed, table, couch and bathroom were to one side, and the other side was set up as an interrogation room- cold, gray and unforgiving; a chair and a table sat in the middle, and there was a two way mirror that doubled as a window.
“What floor are we on again?” Anais asked.
“We’re on the seventh floor. No one will see us unless they hover next to us in a helicopter. Room service?”
They ordered a meal of salmon, basmati rice, white wine, French bread, Caesar salad and tiramisu for dessert.
“Do you have something to put on?” Peter said.
“Yes.”
