Aubrey’s POV
Dad did, in fact, clean up his mess, as I noted when I came home early the next morning to change into my workout clothes. The dishwasher had been run, and the hall bath was minus any splatters of ick, although I chose not to look very carefully. I’ll make sure to give the entire bathroom a good scrub once dad leaves for greener pastures. If he’s satisfied with the current cleanliness, I’m not going to argue about it with him, and I’ll make sure to use my private bathroom exclusively until then.
I put my hair up in a pony tale to keep it out of my face. I notice that I can’t seem to get that goofy smile off my face as I check myself out in the mirror when I’m done. A whole afternoon followed by a whole night of s*x with naps and eating delicious Vietnamese soup in bet
