19. One Suh-WEET Welcome Mat !

EuEarl's mama had been right.
Harold's first wife's taste had been all in her mouth.
"Southwest tacky, but right fer us, luv !", KC joked . In a short time they'd cleared out pretty much the entire storeroom,as there wasn't much to begin with.
" She didn't save much, did she ? "
" Just as well. " EuEarl muttered, then more clearly, " Great little cook, Harold says." KC made an expression that communicated " That so ? "
" So, how long yer ma been married to yer step-father ?"
" Twenty-one years, now."
" You two not get along ?", KC asked.
" Actually, yeah. Harold's always been cool to me. Never tried to bossed me around or try'n act like Ward Cleaver or something. Plus, he gets how ridiculous my mama can be. "
KC hadn't meant EuEarl's step-father , but figured it was just as well he'd been mis-understood. There was nothing left, but a foot stool & a gaudy throw rug .
" We takin' this stuff, too ?"
" Might as well clear the place out." , was the reply. EuEarl had been kneeling , one knee on the stool, when he looked up at KC. Just as their eyes met , that thing that neither could quite describe to themselves, happened ! An Un-deniable & Urgent NEED for each other ! Immediately !! A Swelling somewhere at the core of Love & Lust that shut down all common sense & gave their hunger for each other dominion !
EuEarl's voice was deep. " Cain't fuck, baby. The smell'll be on us all the way home." He began to unbutton his shirt.
" There's plenty else I wanna do wit' yew, boy. " KC replied, following suit.



They'd keep the footstool in their bedroom . The rug would become their over-sized welcome mat.