She was already on her way down.

Belle stuck around for Sunday brunch with Mother and Sam. She commented on how Sam was starting to become a regular fixture at my place on

Sundays, and asked how her family was taking it. Belle was genuinely curious, not trying to instigate anything, but Sam sighed and admitted that she and her dad didn't really get along at the moment over the whole “not wanting to be a doctor anymore” thing.

Belle could at least relate since her dad was a surgeon and would have liked for his daughter to pursue a medical field, but there had never been any pressure on her to do so the way there was on Sam. In the end,

Sam brushed it off as just one more thing to deal with on a pile of things to deal with, reached out to rub my Leg beneath the dining table and said, "At least I have Matty to help me de-stress."

Mother popped her eyebrows and slid back her chair.

“And THAT'S my cue to head out. Have a pleasant afternoon, ladies," she said warmly to both Sam and Belle.

“Bye Beverly," Sam replied in a similar tone. Belle and I likewise said goodbye.

Once the garage door had closed, Belle fixed Sam with a look of mild disbelief. "I still can't believe you're on a first-name basis with

Matty's mom."

“The world works in mysterious ways." Cocking an eyebrow, she added

“Can you stick around to play?"

"Oooh, yes." Belle clapped her hands together in excitement.

“Can you help teach me to deep-throat? Now that we've figured out how to fit

Matty's dick in my ass, I figure it's the next step in my sexual evolution.”

Sam looked over at me, patted my leg, and smirked as she commented,

“You are one Lucky sonovabitch, you know that?

I frowned.

“Did you just call my mother a ‘bitch'?"

“Oh yeah. Your mum's a ‘Queen Bitch'. But we already know I love my bitches."

Without further ado, both Sam and Belle got up from the table and started walking toward the stairs, hand-in-hand.

"I have a dildo about Matty's size you can keep and practice on," Sam remarked to her petite companion as their arms swung together.

“Oooh, awesome. Thanks!"

“I was using it to keep me satisfied but just got something better. Oh, and there's this toothbrush technique I used to help me get over my gag reflex. You just have to... Wait... where's our penis?" Sam glanced back into the dining room and hollered, “Hey dude, you coming or what?"

I finished shoveling the last of my breakfast into my mouth. I had a feeling I was gonna need every last calorie today.