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5 Days With Olivia~Day One
MA Edison
Tuesday
First things first. Olivia is not only homely, she is scentified...not in a good way. So I filled up the tub halfway, grabbed Livi and stepped into the bubbles. I am trying to wash her hair with Johnson’s No-Tears baby shampoo, but she is trying to shake herself to death. I called Pearl to come close so I can put him in here too. Maybe another dog, one not scared at all, would help Livi see that everything was okay.
Pearl is in a goofy mood and he is trying to get me to pet him or wash him or just pay attention to him. Pearl is jealous of Livi, well my interest in her right now.
I am soaked, my little shirt is glued to my skin, and my shorts are dragging down on my hips. Okay, out I go, strip down, and lean over the tub to finish up Olivia. She looks like a big bubble girl! I do Pearl too because he needs my touch. I pull the plug, jump in the tub and turn on the shower. Rinse time!
Olivia hates the water shooting at her, but I get her finished. Little Pearl is being a pest, jumping on me. Stop it Pearl! The dogs are all finished, my turn now.
Yikes I almost fell over. Sterling came home. I am not yet quite used to other people in a house with me. And yes, I did see “Psycho!”
Now I am shaking, Olivia is shaking and Pearl is jumping on Sterling’s new black suit.
“I see you are really getting involved in your new project.”
“Yes! Wanna help?”
“No, but I like the naked part.”
Sterling places his lips on mine, then walks off. I grab towels and fluff up little Olivia. I moosh my nose into her fur. She smells great! She even looks cuter. I brush her down and tie a little pink bow in her hair. There. Now she looks girlie, even a bit sweet, well at least she has a Pat-look.
Sterling peeks around the bathroom door. He has Pearl in his arms. Poor Pearl is a drying ball of baby shampoo. Sterling comes into the room. He is wearing boxers, the white old-man kind!, nothing else. “I’ll rinse Pearl.” he says.
“Wait.” I put my lips to his and slide my hands down his hips to remove his boxers.
Oops…the elastic gets caught on his bone. I slide my hand over and grab him, using the other hand to lift the boxers off. I lift my lips from his. “Baby, you are beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you, girl.”
He washes himself and I am rinsing Pearl. I like the view from down here. I am having trouble focusing. I want him, my man. He is my candy cane and my ice-cream sandwich rolled into one.
I grab Pearl up into one of the big yellow towels and briskly rub down the length of his little gray-fur body. Olivia is in the corner watching. It is like she gets as close to a wall as possible and glues herself in place. Pearl’s tail is wagging like crazy. His toenails are clicking on the ceramic tile. I start to sing to him. “I once had a dog/he was so handsome/he made my ears pop/His name was Pearl Pearl Pearl/He’s not a girl girl girl/…the song goes off into nonsense, humming, because I am making it up.
I open the bathroom door. “Off you two go. Olivia…c’mon, you too. No slacking.”
I pull back the shower curtain, “Room for me?”
“Always.”
Sterling soaps up his manhands and washes me down. I am feeling too wet. I have been messing in water for over two hours. “I need to get out honey.”
“Okay.” He lets me get under the shower and holds an open towel for me. He rubs me. He touches me. “You are ready.” He acts surprised; still he twirls me around onto the sink, and comes up behind me. “Oh yes!”
Someone before this man loved “doggie” sex, he comes into my mind. I tell him SCAT!
Sterling is taking me to heaven and I open my eyes just a peep. Oh no. Pearl and Olivia are standing next to Sterling’s legs. They are watching us, staring. I am losing my moisture. “Ster, the dogs.”
He tries to shoo them out of the room. They won’t leave.
Sterling picks me up into his arms and whooshes me off to the guest bedroom right next door. He closes the door. Just him and me.
For the rest of the day, I didn’t go near Olivia. Occasionally, out-of-the-blue, I call her, I sing songs to her. I sense she is softening the tiniest bit. She stands at a distance watching me. Her body doesn’t move, just her eyes wiggle back and forth.
