Bret woke and felt around in the dark looking for the exit. He groaned when he found it, the light from the rest of the house a stark contrast to the comfy bedroom. Still, nature called and would not wait. As he washed up the scent of food and coffee hit him, and his gut just about bounce out of his body in protest of it’s neglect.<br/><br/>He stumbled out into the kitchen, squinting hard due to the light. “Next time I sign up for some wacky Alaskan experiment, remind me to do it in the part of the year with no sun...” he grumbled on his way, instinctively, to the coffee pot. A cup of black coffee later, and he plopped himself down at the table.<br/><br/>He’d not heard them talking, as he’d loved to have been called naughty, and might even have had a comment about the trust issues. Still, he just pried his eyes open, looked at each of the women in turn and managed to crack a smile. As he started reaching for biscuits and sausage he asked, “Which of you Goddess should I get on my knees and thank for this amazing breakfast?” He didn’t wait for answer, moaning in approval about a biscuit and chasing it with coffee. “Fuck, that almost makes you forget about this ever present sun!”<br/><br/>He fell silent as he ate for a few minute, just nodding and grunting in praise as he loaded up for the day. Big breakfast, and several small snacks...got him through just about anything. With a satisfied sigh he looked up and smiled at them both. “Thanks!” It was about then he realized he was only in boxers and a t-shirt sitting at the table with two pyjama clad beauties that he hardly new, and had never slept with. it was a new thing for him and he found he rather didn’t want to fuck it up. The stakes were far higher out here.<br/>