Painting the house

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And so, a few minutes later, though to the horny wife it felt so agonisingly slow, both of the them made their way downstairs, ready to head out with Jeromme's father and brother to try and get as much of the stuff as possible.


Twenty minutes later, the couple were once more heading along the broad streets and often tree-lined lanes of Punggol debating how they were going to get the house finished by the end of the week, which seemed increasingly more unlikely, when Jeromme's mobile rang, blasting the cheesiest ringtone ever from the convertible car as they turned onto another road a couple of blocks from the new house.

Jeromme of course picked up the phone, his mirrored-sunglasses glinting in the summer brightness as he leaned his elbow on the door, holding the wheel in one hand as he answered.

"Yeah hello." Her sweet husband answered as brightly as ever and Karen smiled amusedly to herself as she brushed a strand of windswept hair away from her mouth.

After listening a couple of minutes, Jeromme laughed suddenly, a broad smile on his face as he listened.

"Kayaking? Are you kidding me Karlson, I'm getting married soon man." He replied amusedly and Karen's smile deepened.

Karlson was Jeromme's long, long-time friend, so long in fact that the two of them had known each other in secondary school back when they used to speed around in Karlson's skates, even before either of them had their parents agree to it.

Karlson was a great guy though, incredible fun and the life and soul of any get-together, despite the fact he always skirted the edges of trouble, though he was one of those guys that never seemed to get caught. Karen remembered one specific story Jeromme had told her on their engagement, Karlson had been one of the guests that day, along with several other of Jeromme's boyhood friends, one of which had been his best man. The story had gone something like, at school Karlson had managed to somehow, how was lost on all of them involved, get a crate of beer which they had all sat and drunk behind the CC walls before heading into a history class, totally out of their heads, and being the only one to not get detention, despite having slapped the teacher's ass on the way in. All of the others had sooner or later been found out, but Karlson had somehow managed to escape unnoticed.

With that the phone beeped off and Jeromme chuckled to himself as he turned the car into the road the house was on.

"Looks like we'll get it done as planned after all." Her husband said proudly as he switched hands on the wheel, resting his free arm behind her. "Karlson will make up for two men knowing him."

Karen laughed lightly, that soft and musical sound, as she nodded, both of them unaware of the trueness those words would hold later.
"Just try not to get distracted on your way back," She teased, "I don't want to be stuck painting while you two are out having fun."

"Course not." He replied oh-so-innocently and Karen smiled in return.

And so, a few minutes later, Karen found herself standing in the hall of her and Jeromme's new home with the paint, tables and brushes all stacked up all over the place from the previous decorating trips they had made there the last week. Well, the previous short trips they'd made, anyway.


Still, Karlson was always planning some kind of adventure. The last time he had called, just before the engagement Karen thought, he had planned a nights out for the group of friends that still hung out a lot. Now that had been an experience and a half, especially as no one had been exactly sure where Karlson had gotten the place from. That was why Karen sat smiling as she watched her husband to be laughing while he drove and talked about Kayaking...she wondered what kind of craziness Jeromme's friend was planning for them this time.

"How about in a couple of weeks?" Jeromme replied to his friend, turning the car around another corner. "I can't, me and Karen got that house...yeah, you know the one edge of Singapore?.....Mhm, yep, that's the one, been trying to get it decorated so we can move in...yeah, we're on our way over now, got a few bits done but still a lot to go before we can move in properly..."

Jeromme looked over to her, and even with his shades on Karen could make out the amused expression on his face at his friend...and then as Jeromme finished his words, his expression suddenly changed to one of self-satisfaction as he grinned at her. He was up to something.

"Say, Karlson, whereabouts are you anyway?" Her loving fiance asked his friend, the movement of his face telling Karen he had just winked at her. Oh yes, he was definitely up to something.

Karen watched him with amused-consideration, trying to work out what her sweet husband was up to.

"At home huh? And what are you up to?" He asked, a scheming grin on his face as he nodded to whatever his friend answered. "Well, what do you say I swing by and pick you up, we could use an extra hand on the house as dad had to pull out?"

Karen grinned at that and tutted, shaking her head in mock disapproval of putting his friend on the spot as Jeromme looked to her triumphantly. Her husband simply grinned deeper at her playful approval, another set of hands would prove most useful that day after all, Karen thought, maybe they could get the place decorated by the end of the week now, Karlson was always full of energy after all, today should go by very productively indeed, not to mention fun if Jeromme's friend had anything to do with it. Little did she know just how correct her thoughts would be...

"Alright then..." Jeromme said energetically, he always sounded vigorous when Karlson was around, the man just had that effect on people. Karlson had obviously agreed, no doubt enthusiastically as always. "...We're nearly at the house now so I'll drop Karen off and I'll swing by and pick you up in a bit then.....yeah...oh, and don't forget to wear something old, paint and all that....alright man, I'll see you soon."