Calvin cursed to himself... He pretended not to hear the bell, of course, but his children had their whole lives to fall under Marie's hypnotizing influences, and that bell meant "Breakfast, NOW". He kissed Fauna right on the mouth, not discouraged by what had just gone on there a minute ago, and turned the water off. The steam started to dissipate from the room, sucked away by the loud vents. Calvin stepped out of the shower, grabbing one large bath towel and wrapping it around the both of them, playfully nibbling on her neck before he released her and began to towel himself down in earnest.<br/><br/>"A raincheck... How fitting," he said, as the water pooled on his brow and dripped onto the tiled ground. "I don't need a raincheck when I run the grocery store," he said, handing that towel to her so that she could finish herself off. Unlike his son Grisham, Calvin thought it was improper to parade around the house with your cock waving in the air. He pulled on a pair of nice slacks, and a long sleeved dress shirt, sitting on the edge of the big orgy bed to allow Fauna to tie his tie for him. He leaned in close to her to peck one more kiss on her lips, before he slipped his shoes on and went downstairs to breakfast.<br/><br/>He made a beeline for his wife, wrapping his arms around her from and kissing her on the neck. "Breakfast smells good," he said cheerfully, seating himself beside Grisham and placing a couple of the warm cakes on his plate.