Entering the kitchen he heard the women arguing. “Is this what I come home to after work? I should’ve stayed at the office. How are the kids doing honey?” Rolling his eyes he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Cracking it open he took a healthy swing. Closing the fridge he leaned back against it. Ashira approached him, asking if he lost the authorities. “Sent them running in the opposite direction. But now these two,” He pointed to Lillian and Harlow. “Are not allowed back outside. They have pictures of the two of you. They did not capture your good sides.” Chuckling, as Lillian flipped him off, Michael moved over to the living room couch. Harlow was posted up on the recliner.
Turning on the TV he set it to play soft music through it. “I was planning on a short hike after breakfast tomorrow. Seems you two will be missing out.”
“Ugh don’t rub it in. Stuck inside all day with this one.” On shaky legs Harlow stood and took a few steps forward.
“You ok there champ?” Michael asked. He didn’t get a response. Instead he watched in horror as Harlow’s cheeks puffed out. A second later a stream of bile shot out of Harlow’s mouth, covering Michael’s shirt and arms. “Fuck!” He stood up, the bottle of water strewn across the room. “Someone always pukes.” He bid a hasty retreat down the stairs. Fighting the urge to vomit himself he entered the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. A CLEO would take care of them. Turning on the water to a nice warm temperature he hopped in the shower. He scrubbed himself down of vomit, along with the dirty and sweat from the night out. After washing himself, extra attention to his arms and chest, he exited the shower.
Standing in front of the mirror Michael looked himself over. He still had marks from his tryst with Ashira. Dark hickeys and bite marks on his chest, shoulders, neck. There were even three down around his hips along with an imprint of Ashira's mouth. It was something he wasn’t going to forget any time soon. Looking for his clothes he wasn’t surprised to see CLEO had come in and grabbed his things. They were in the wash right now. Grabbing a towel he sighed, wrapping it around his waist. “Anything else want to happen?” He mumbled before opening the door and entered the hallway to go back to his room.
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