"Now girls, for the next two weeks, I'm going to be coming home late. I'll be working really hard at the office. But if my work pays off, I'll be able to get something really good for us. So, I need the two of you to be patient, stay calm, and know that I'm coming back for you. Can you do that?"
"Yes," said Sonja.
"Uh-huh," said Momo.
"Good, now let's finish eating and go for our walk."
...
The next week was a nightmare, getting up extra early to be the first one at the office and staying late to be the last person to leave. I worked through lunch, took no breaks, and made sure that I accomplished every task that could be done. I tried to take more of an administrative role in the office, showing my boss that I could replace him as the manager. It takes more than work ethic to get a promotion; I had to show that I had the skills required for the job.
The girls hated my new schedule, waking them up earlier and not getting home until later. It was a long time to be away from them. When I did come home, I was exhausted, but still had to cook and take care of them. I also wasn't getting laid. Momo realized she had made a mistake when having sex with me in front of Sonja. Now, instead of the moment being ruined, Momo was afraid of giving Sonja any ideas.
And while I knew I was inevitably (and happily) going to end up balls-deep in Sonja, Momo was doing all in her power to prevent it, always getting between us and showing her possessive side.
But one thing that helped was that I bought us a bigger bed, king sized. The queen-sized bed I had before had been perfect for Momo and I, and had just enough room for Sonja when she was a dog, but then she transformed and we ended up packed like sardines on the mattress. Now with a new bed, we had enough room to stretch and move while we slept….
...…
"The property offers three acres of wilderness with the closest neighbor being over a mile away," said the real estate agent, speaking to me in front of the house.
I was out in the middle of the woods, facing a tiny cabin of 1000 square feet. It was just what I was looking for; deeply isolated with plenty of nature around, just what the girls needed, and the small size made it very affordable.
If I got the office manager job, I would be able to afford a mortgage and buy it. But what was making me nervous was that no people had died in it, which to a normal guy would sound strange and horrific, but to me meant dollar signs.
"The cabin looks to be in great shape. Can you show me inside?"
"Of course," the woman said.
She brought me up onto the front deck and unlocked the door, then led me inside. It took only a few seconds for me to look through it thanks to the size, and I'll admit, I was impressed.
The interior was in good condition, no watermarks or mold, and the kitchen didn't look like it had been furnished with the defective discards from Ikea. The bathroom even had a tub, which would be great for sensual baths with the girls.
The cabin had two floors, the first floor being a single room, a combined kitchen and living area with a tiny woodstove in the corner and a mudroom next to the door for coats and winter gear.
There was a narrow flight of stairs against the side of the house going up to the one bedroom and bathroom, and a closet hidden underneath with a stacked washer and dryer and the water heater. The second floor, which would normally increase the cost, actually saved money by minimizing the horizontal space the house occupied. Outside, there was a propane tank and a shed for tools and firewood.
This place might sound a little small for three people, but we were all sleeping in the same bed and the girls didn't take up much room, not to mention that all my possessions could be hauled with my car in one trip, minus the furniture, which would need a real moving truck.
But probably one of the best perks was the distance from the office. It only added twenty minutes to my drive, a small sacrifice.
As long as the girls didn't end up finding the Necronomicon, this place was perfect.
"This cabin looks brand new, what's the story?"
"Well the man who built it was a real recluse, but he died in a car accident just after it was built, so with no next of kin, it fell to the bank."
"Ok, so what's the catch? Why is this place so affordable?"
The woman looked at me in confusion. A tiny cabin like this, would of course, have a low price tag, but considering I was only 26, she could understand why my sense of money wasn't fully refined. But I knew there was something else.
"Well the isolation makes it rather undesirable, there's nothing around and school buses don't come out here. It also easily loses power in stormy weather."
"I'll just buy a generator. And I don't need to worry about restaurants or schools."
"So you'll take it?"
"I'm waiting on a job opportunity and I'll know in a week. If I get promoted, I'll buy this place immediately."….