Six Smutty Stories: You Know You Should be a Better Person (But You’re Not) 3/3

You are, for you, lucky this time. In one of the few jobs you managed not to get fired from in the first week, you learned to cook a little when you weren’t waiting tables. You look at the groceries, you look in cupboards. You find very little in the cupboards, but you do find salt and pepper. You fry half the bacon in the frying pan while you cut up the mushrooms, onion and a quarter of the kielbasa. Thad comes in and eats half the bacon off the paper towels you were blotting the grease off on while you’re sautéing the vegetables and kielbasa in the bacon grease. You say nothing, but you eat some bacon yourself when he leaves. You scoop the meat and vegetables out of the grease and onto paper towels to drain. You get a sauce pan really hot and dump six eggs and butter into it and, while broiling some bread, scramble the eggs very quickly. You put a piece of toast on a plate, pile the vegetables, kielbasa and bacon on them, and then pile the eggs on top of that. You arrange squares of toast around this to keep it from spilling out the sides. You grab a knife and fork and bring it to him on the couch. He sends you back into the kitchen for salt and pepper, which he doesn’t use because you actually seasoned it well enough while cooking it. You go back into the kitchen and clean up.

Thad wolfs down half of it before he notices you slouching in the kitchen doorway, looking at your feet. “You hungry?” he asks, or demands, depending on your point of view.

“Yeah,” you mumble because even though you ate what you didn’t think he’d notice, it wasn’t enough.

He hands you his plate and tells you to finish it. You get about a third of what you cooked.

It’s close to midnight by then and you are neither dead nor maimed. He tells you to brush your teeth and take a shower.

You’re extremely surprised and somewhat alarmed when he joins you in the shower. You’re afraid to look at him, and can’t anyway because he starts washing your unkempt brown hair that almost reaches your shoulders.

Thad’s really into washing your greasy mop. He turns you to face him and pushes you back until your lathered head is under the shower stream.