As Frieda Knight approached their table after settling her bill with the diner for hosting her brief reunion with the household staff that resigned because her father dared to hit one of them in a fit of rage, Mike Lawson got up and excused himself to give the kids time alone.
He wasn't sure exactly how he would occupy himself, but while he wasn't a video game fan, the jukebox in the far corner of the diner looked promising.
Eric Anderson and his girlfriend Spencer Lawson rearranged themselves in the booth so Frieda was now sitting in-between them.
Not knowing what to say, each just put an arm around Frieda while laying their head against her shoulder.
Frieda let out a sign. Part contentment at being comforted, part disappointment that things didn't go as she dreamed they would.
"Well," Frieda finally said. "Can't say I didn't expect this. Only my father and mother can actually rehire them, if they're willing to that is."
"None of them said they wouldn't come back. Just that they would have reservations about doing so, despite how they feel about you," pointed out Spencer, trying to cheer her up.
"Yeah. I can understand Jeffery not attending because of the legal matter between him and my father, but it was nice to hear Ethel and John are getting married. I'll have to send them a gift."
"I was wondering about something. Someday, when you do get your own place, what kind of place would it be?" asked Eric.
"Nothing anywhere near as big or fancy as where my family is now," began Frieda. "If I bought it tomorrow? I would definitely want a bedroom for myself, when I'm not sharing it with those closest to me," she said, before briefly kissing Eric and Spencer. "A separate bedroom for the two of you, because we'd have to rest sometime," she added with a smile, "and definitely a playroom," Frieda said, emphasizing what would actually happen there.
"Wouldn't the playroom and your bedroom be the same room?" Spencer asked coyly.
"I definitely like the way you think girl," said Frieda, before kissing her again.
"So, you wouldn't be able to hire all of them anyway," observed Eric.
"No. I wouldn't," agreed Frieda, realizing he had a point. "John, Ethel, and Jeffery for sure. Definitely a maid, or at least a cleaning lady. Otherwise, anyone else would depend upon what the place had, although I definitely would want a hot tub. I'm so tense right now, I could use a good soak."
"Well, we can help you unwind and relax," said Spencer with a smile, while winking at Eric.
A moment later, each teenager was massaging one of Frieda's shoulders as she began to purr.
"Mmmmm....." she moaned, enjoying the attention.
Frieda Knight would be the first to admit that her friendship, let alone relationship, with Eric Anderson and Spencer Lawson was... unique, but it worked for them. The trio was happy and had genuine emotions towards each other, so what did it matter what anyone else might think if they knew the exact nature of it?
"Now then," began Frieda, as she lowered her hands to massage Eric's crotch and the space between Spencer's legs. "Didn't you say something about having a sexy smelling basement?"
Spencer was about to answer when her grandfather returned.
"It still had an... interesting aroma when I left to pick everyone up from school," confirmed Mike Lawson, as he sat down in the booth in the empty space across from the trio. "But when I was leaving, your parents were getting ready to entertain Eric's," he announced, not going into the full details of the hot and heavy lesbian action he overheard his daughter-in-law Maggie having with Martha Anderson.
"Well, there's always the basement at my house," Eric said with a smile, as Frieda's caresses of his crotch grew stronger.
"As lovely as that would be, I can't," announced Frieda sadly. "Despite the fact I'm no longer grounded or in danger of being sent away, my father has decided my curfew is still in effect. It's after six now and I have to be home by seven," she said, looking at the diner wall clock. "Also, I'm not allowed any... visitors, no matter when or why they might come a calling, because my mother doesn't want a repeat of Tuesday to ever happen in her house ever again," she added, fondly recalling the threesome between them that led to making Eric a werepanther.
"Can you be out and about over the weekend?" asked Spencer, hopefully, as everyone prepared to leave the diner.
"I honestly don't know, but even if I could, my first stop would be Ethel and John's wedding in Seattle tomorrow morning," said Frieda.
"Well, there's always Skype tonight," said Eric, knowing that after they dropped Frieda back at her manor, he would make sure Spencer could come back to his house since everyone else would be away.