The holiday was crazy but great. i really enjoyed it and had a great time. i just couldn't pull myself away from J long enough to come online much, but he has now returned to work, so let's try to pick up our story, shall we?
i huddled on Benny's lap trying to will myself invisible while Nina and her henchmen trapped Candy against the pool table. Before Benny could reach them Nina had Candy's clit bleeding from her nails and one of the idiot twins was advancing on Kayla. Kayla took one look at Candy's bleeding sex and decided she had business elsewhere and she scurried out of the basement and up the steps. In short, our relative peace was shattered and pandemonium reigned. Finally John's footsteps sounded on the stairs. i was so relieved to hear his approach i ran towards him. He grimaced when he saw me and stroked my cheek. i heard him mutter something very uncomplimentary about that scar faced bitch. He caught my hand and took me along with him towards the main basement room where we heard Benny yelling and Candy crying and Nina's demented laughter. John had a firm grip on his composure now, and he sauntered into the room like the god we girls thought he was. He clubbed the moron holding Candy in the back of the head and that man staggered out of the way. Picking Candy up he tucked her in the crook of his arm and carried her over to his usual chair. Jerking his head at Benny, he sat down. Benny followed and took his place, in the chair next to John and since i certainly had no desire to be left with the crazy woman and her goons i quickly followed and curled up between the two mens legs. Ignoring the "guests" John checked Candy over carefully and dug in his shirt pocket. He pulled out a stamp for her and a couple of Daddy's helpers. He jerked his head at me and i ran over to the fridge (which was in the opposite direct of Nina, along the back wall) and grabbed out three beers. i gave two to John and one to Benny before settling once more between their feet. He fed Candy her treat and then gave me a couple of sweet little friends as well. Then he patted Candy's rump and she crawled down to settle close to me and share her beer. Only then was it time for him to turn to the strangers in our basement.
At the time i didn't get it, but looking back, i see that John was making it clear that it was his house and he was in charge of it. His girls were once more under his control and looking up to him. His sidekick once more by his side. And, most importantly, he knew what was going on in his domain.
