It didn’t take long for Rick to devour his portion.
“Would you like another plate, Rick? I mean we have plenty of it left over.” Mindy asked.
He leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach, “Oh no darling, I can’t eat another bite. It was delicious!”
“Is it better than mom’s?”
He gave her an honest look, “I can’t honestly remember when your mother last cooked a pot roast for me. But to answer your question, yes your pot roast is much better.”
Mindy smiled at that.
Rick watched her finish her meal and she found that she liked the way he looked at her. He’s never looked at her in this fashion before. But then she’s never dressed up just for him before either.
Mindy got up and picked up her dish and his dish as well and as she turned to walk back into the kitchen she thought she felt his hand graze her bottom. No she had to have imagined that. She put the dishes in the sink and walked back. Rick smiled at her, “Thank you, Mindy.”
“For what?” she asked.
“Well for making me feel so special.”
“You should feel special, Rick it’s your birthday for goodness sake.” Mindy smiled and turned to the cigar box that sat on the china cabinet. She took a cigar from it along with the lighter and she walked over and put it in his mouth and then lit it for him. He drew in a good bit of the acrid smoke and blew it into the air. “We’re breaking your mother’s rules here. I’m not supposed to smoke these things in the house.”
Mindy scoffed, “Mom’s not here is she. And since I’m the lady of this house in her absence, you can smoke til your heart is content, Rick.”
He pointed the cigar at her, “Lady of the house? Really.”
“Yes I am.” she said putting her hands on her hips. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Rick smiled up at her and shook his head, “Not in the least, darling.”
Mindy giggled.
“Just be aware of what goes along with that title, girl.”
“I’m not a girl anymore.”
“I can see that.” he winked and blew a smoke ring into the air.
Mindy giggled and thrust her hand into the middle of the ring which drew a laugh from Rick.
“So are you still wanting to watch porn?”
“Yes I told you I did, Rick.”
He rolled his eyes and stood up, “Okay then.” and offered his arm.
“Just you remember what I said.” she said pointing a finger of warning at him.
“I shall be on my best behavior, darling.”
She took his arm, “Well in that case led on.”
“I keep my collection of videos in the basement.”
“Do you mean in your mysterious man cave?”
“Yes in my man cave.”
Mindy giggled as she allowed him to lead her down the hall to his sanctuary. The man cave had been her mother’s sewing room at one time. But Rick kicked all of her things out of it, with her permission mind you, and made it his space. Mindy felt nervous yet excited as she watched him unlock the door because she’s never ventured into the room since he always kept it locked. Not even her own mother had the key to it.
Rick opened the door and let Mindy go in first. The man cave as he likes to call it is sparsely furnished with one of the biggest flat screen TV’s money can buy. Then there is the big comfy looking black leather couch. Two end tables and a large coffee table. On the walls were posters of naked women, most likely porn stars. The room had an odd smell to it, was it old cum and hand lotion maybe. It wasn’t an over powering scent and it actually smelled nice. This was Rick’s inner sanctum so who was she to judge?