Eva, Charlie, Sarah: part 4: the bondage burglar
Disclaimer: significantly more sexually explicit content between consenting (and enthusiastic) older teen lovers, M-18 ties up F-19 (gentle and loving fantasy play)
This took place soon after part 3 of this series. As before, Charlie tells the story.
Unfortunately, I could spend very little time with Eva and Sarah for almost two weeks after the fantastic spanking and kissing they gave me for my 18th birthday. Not that I didn't think of them constantly, but the end of nursing school sophomore year was approaching for them and they had been busy with their studies. I was late in my high school senior year, and not nearly as busy, so I was bored and I longed for the companionship of my two smart, beautiful, sexy best friends.
Then Sarah got some bad news that her uncle was quite sick in the hospital a couple hundred miles away. He was the father of Sarah's cousin Maureen, and Sarah was very close to Maureen. Maureen and Sarah were planning to get on the road immediately after Sarah's last class Friday to drive to visit him. After school I went next door to Eva's house to say good bye to Sarah before she left with Maureen. I helped load Sarah's things into Maureen's rusty old car and we gave goodbye hugs and kisses all around before they left. Eva and I were both a little down. We missed Sarah the instant that she left, and we worried about her. Her family had loads of problems and she was going to be off with them for a while. Finally I decided I had to do something to change the topic and brighten up Eva.
We were standing in Eva's back yard, in a place completely hidden from view from the street or any of the neighbors. Time for a surprise attack. "TICKLE FIGHT!!!" My fingers ran up and down Eva's lower ribs. She tickled me back. I ramped up the intensity of the fight slowly. We were both giggling and having a lot of fun with it. Then I put my arms around her completely and pulled her tightly against me. Somehow we lost our balance and both landed together in a heap on Eva's lawn. She was still smiling and giggling, so obviously she wasn't hurt, and she launched a particularly fierce tickle attack against me.
Eva and I rolled around in the grass tickling and sometimes both hugging and tickling each other for quite a while. I'm a fair amount bigger and stronger than Eva, so I probably could have overpowered her quickly, but she was obviously having a lot of fun with the lengthy "fight" and so was I, so I deliberately held back. I also clearly remembered what she had said back at my last birthday: "Charlie, I'm getting more and more turned on when you have me pinned down and helpless and I can't escape. When you've got me like that, you're welcome to do more to me than you have been doing. A LOT more. You really don't need to be quite so gentle." Those words were burned into my memory. I didn't rush it; I wanted to tease Eva a little, to keep her wishing for a little bit more from me.
When her "tickling" turned to one of her hands squeezing my ass while the other one half heartedly poked at my ribs, I knew the time was right. I gave her another bear hug and rolled, first onto my back with her on top of me but squeezed really tight against me, then onto our sides, then with her on the bottom. Taking great care to be just rough enough to keep up the "play fight" act without hurting her, I rolled with her several more times on the lawn. As we rolled across her yard together, I got her arms more and more trapped by mine, and I held her wrists tightly. I made sure we came to a stop with her flat on her back on the bottom with her wrists tightly held in my hands.
I lay on top of Eva and slightly rubbed my body against hers, watching for any signs of protest or discomfort on her part. The look of pure joy on her face dispelled my fears that I might be hurting her. I lifted my weight off her a little and shifted partly onto my knees. My arms were actually pinned behind Eva's back with her on top of them, but her wrists were tightly in my hands. As I lifted up, she did too, enough for me to pull my arms out and cross hers so they were folded behind her back.
I lowered myself again and let some of my weight go onto her. Now it was Eva's arms that were pinned behind her back. I let go of her wrists; she couldn't move. My newly available fingers went back to her ribs and tickled more, but with her arms pinned under her she couldn't do a thing to defend herself. It looked a little uncomfortable for her to have her arms like that, but her giggles and squirms suggested she was still enjoying it. Then I reached under her loose T shirt and started tickling her on the bare skin of her ribs instead of through her T-shirt. After a couple of minutes of that I started to work my way higher.
My tickling soon turned to gentle caresses of her breasts through her bra. She felt wonderful and curvy and soft. I squeezed a little harder and watched her face for any signs of protest. Eva had closed her eyes but her smile had grown. After a few more minutes of this I was concerned her arms might be getting sore being trapped behind her back. I rolled her on top of me and slipped a hand inside the elastic waist of her shorts and started to caress her ass. After a few minutes of pawing her through her panties I slipped my hand inside them and squeezed her bare bottom. No protest whatsoever; she was obviously liking this treatment a whole lot. I wanted to be touched too, so I rolled us onto our sides. She immediately used the opportunity to slip her hand down my shorts and into my briefs and she squeezed my bare bottom too.
Eventually we climbed back to our feet together. I took her wrists again and held both of them in my left hand. I'm sure she could have gotten out if she had really tried, but she obviously didn't want to get out; her struggles were just part of the act. My right hand went back up her shirt again and resumed pawing her breasts through her bra. We were fully girlfriend/boyfriend now, but we were taking the "go slow" approach to sex. This sexy "tickle fight" was considerably further than we had been before, and it seemed like we had covered enough new ground just now and we should probably stop here, although the temptations were great to continue. I let Eva's hands go, and we hugged really close for a long time.
We were a mess; there were grass stains all over our shirts and shorts. We went through the back door into Eva's house. The first room was her laundry room. "Charlie, we can't sit on the furniture in these clothes." "Want me to go home and change?" Since I lived next door it wouldn't be a big deal. "No, lets just wash these."
Eva pulled open the door of her big front loading washer but walked to the far end of the room and I followed. To my great surprise, she took off her grass covered T-shirt and tossed it across the room into the open washer. "Two points for me!" Eva was generally quite modest. I had seen her in her pajamas a hundred times, but they were never revealing. Now here she was with her shirt off, standing in the cutest little black bra I had ever seen. Before I could get over my surprise, she repeated this with her shorts. "Two more points! Your turn, Charlie! It's four to zero!" Below, she wore only cute little black bikini panties.
"Hurry up and shoot, Charlie, before the clock runs out!" I stood next to her and took off my shirt and tossed it. I missed. My aim was too high. "Too bad; try the shorts." A wild shot; they landed in the sink. I was more than a little bit distracted. I went across the room and put my shirt and shorts in the washer, and came back across the room to Eva. She very willingly let me squeeze her tight; if anything, she was much more relaxed being held against me than she had been just standing there in her underwear.
As I held her close, Eva went back to a talk we'd had before. "Charlie, we've agreed were going to keeping waiting and not rush into having sex. And that if we do we'll use two forms of birth control every single time. I'm still not quite ready. But I'm closer. A lot closer. How about you?" I had to be honest. "Eva, I love you more than anything in the world, and I'm ready the instant you are." "Thanks for your patience. I love you Charlie!". She gave me another squeeze, and we left the laundry room together.
"But I'm not finished. Charlie, I didn't expect this, but I'm having more and more fun with our play fighting games, and I know you are too. I've never seen you look so happy and excited before when Sarah and I jumped you and pinned you down and spanked you. And I got really turned on just now when you overpowered me. It's really fun with you and with Sarah because I know I can totally trust you; I can just totally let myself go with the fantasy and I know that no matter how helpless I end up I'll still be safe and loved in your hands."
"Charlie, I don't want any misunderstandings or anyone to get hurt. Not just physically hurt; I don't want somebody to be scared or get feelings hurt either. So we need to talk about this. Charlie, can we say that from now on, when we are in private together, any kind of playing around short of intercourse is fair game, as long as it is done safely and lovingly. No pain, no physical injury, lots of playful love."
"Sure; I'm good with that. But what about that spanking you and Sarah gave me; wouldn't that break the pain rule?" "Charlie, given the smug grin you had on your face ... but it is a good question. Let's agree that anything up to that spanking we gave you is OK, but anything nastier is too mean. Fair enough?" "Sounds good to me, Eva. Wow; I'm looking forward to this."
"Me too. To tell you the truth, Charlie, I almost wasn't going to have this talk; you're really so gentle at heart and I feel so safe with you. But I think it is best if we do. Also, there's Sarah. She likes to play a lot rougher than I do. I want to keep including her in our games sometimes, if you do, but we have to make sure we stay in tune with each other's feelings. We all have different limits."
Eva persisted in her cautiousness. "Charlie, you really should think about this carefully; under these rules, if you fell asleep on my couch, I'd be allowed to put you in handcuffs or tie you up while you were asleep; I wouldn't have to ask again. I could tickle you as much as I liked. I could touch you anywhere I liked while you were tied up, kind of like the way you pawed me when you got me in the backyard. Are you sure you want to agree to that."
The huge smile on my face made my answer redundant. "Same rules for both of us, Eva? Whatever you can do to me I can do to you?" "Of course Charlie! That's what makes it so much fun. We can surprise each other. Now that we've talked and I feel even safer than ever with you, it will be really fun; I like good surprises. But I do think it would be good if we give each other hints sometimes on what we would like."
"And we should also do some things completely by surprise. Charlie, you grabbing me like that in the backyard was the best surprise I've gotten in a long time. Excuse me for a minute; I've got to go to the bathroom really bad. Your tickle torture out there made me need to pee so bad I almost wet my pants!"
Eva disappeared upstairs. I had to go too, so I went to her downstairs bathroom. After I came out, I stood in my briefs (since the rest of my clothes were in her washer). I eagerly waited for Eva to come back downstairs, wondering what kind of fun games we'd play next. When she reappeared, I was a little disappointed that she had put on a long nightshirt. It was a cute nightshirt, especially with her in it, but it couldn't compare with the sexy black bra and panties I had just seen her in.
"Charlie, one other thing. I have a huge favor I need to ask you. I've never liked being home alone for the night. I always feel afraid. Sarah once told me there was a guy who would break into houses and if he found a girl home alone he'd find something in the house to tie her up with. He'd steal whatever he wanted from the house and he'd just leave while she was still tied up. Sarah said one time a girl got tied up with her own belts from her clothes closet and she spent a whole day all tied up and helpless and struggling until her family got home that evening and found her like that. They think he might be back in this neighborhood again. Could you spend the night here with me and keep me safe so that doesn't happen to me?" Subtle hints were not Eva's strength, but I happily played along.
"Of course, Eva. I'd be happy to keep you company tonight and keep you safe. I guess I could sleep on your couch." "Too bad your clothes got trashed. Maybe you could just sleep in a really big T-shirt like I do. Let's see what I have." She took me by the hand upstairs to her room. I had been there many times before to study together, but not since our relationship had recently heated up. She kept it neat and orderly; things were always tidy and her stuff was always put away. Tonight I was surprised to see some of her belts were carelessly tossed on her desk.
"Charlie, I might have something in here for you to wear." She opened a bottom drawer and bent over, practically shoving her bottom into my face. I could faintly see her little black panties through the nightshirt. "Thanks for agreeing to stay and keep me safe." She wiggled her cute bottom in front of me as she rummaged through the drawer. I got the sense she really wasn't looking for anything; she really wanted me to make the next move.
"Eva, what if you're wrong?" "Wrong about what Charlie? Wrong for believing Sarah when she told me about the burglar who tied up girls?" "No Eva, what if you're wrong about trusting me? What if I turn out to be just like that burglar?" I tossed two of the belts on her desk over to the bed and just as she saw what was happening, I grabbed her around the waist from behind and pulled her against me. I dragged her over to her bed and quickly pinned her down flat on her back. I wrapped one belt around both her wrists several times and buckled it tight. Then I grabbed the other belt and similarly strapped her ankles together.
Eva wasn't great at acting, but she tried her best. "Please don't hurt me! Please don't leave me tied up like this; my family won't be back for weeks! Please! I'll do anything you want. PLEASE!!!" I was loving this game. I checked over the belts carefully, both to make sure they were nice and secure and also to be sure they weren't hurting Eva. I went back across the room for a third belt, but I deliberately took my time. Eva make a surprisingly good try at struggling to get out of the belts. I had done a good job; she really was pretty helpless now. As she struggled and confirmed she really couldn't get out of it, a wicked smile grew on her face; she was thoroughly enjoying our little game too.
I sat back down on her bed with the third belt and held her legs and strapped her knees together. I stroked her very gently and let my fingers come to rest on her soft, sensitive tummy. Eva squirmed and thrashed on her bed as I gave her another really good tickling. I gave her breasts and ass plenty of loving, teasing attention, with lots of squeezes and some gentle little love pinches. I really can't say which one of us was having the most fun.
Soon I had gotten so horny I was ready to explode. I set up Eva's pillows to prop up her head and shoulders, and I set her up lying face down on them. "I guess I'm glad I took up burglary today. It looks like I've caught a very naughty girl. It's a good thing I've got her tied up nice and tight now so she can't get into any trouble. You comfy like that?" Eva nodded enthusiastically. "Even if I kept you that way for a while?" Another enthusiastic nod. I was a beginner at this, so I really wanted to be extra careful to take good care of my sweet prisoner. I hugged her around her waist, nice and tight from behind. Then I slowly moved my hands up, cupping her breasts in my hands through her nightshirt and bra.
I wondered if she really meant exactly what she had said about limits before; my horniness was overwhelming. I lowered myself gently onto her back, and as I lay on top of her I started slowly rubbing my penis against the backs of her beautiful thighs. "That feels nice Charlie. I like this!" The signal I was hoping for. I put a little more of my weight on her, so she was really trapped under me, and I squeezed and stroked her breasts harder. I rubbed myself harder against her legs. There were still three layers of cloth between our skins, my briefs, the bottom part of her nightshirt, and her little black panties, but it was still giving me really great stimulation rubbing up against her.
Eva pretended to make an attempt to escape from my clutches, but with her wrists, knees and ankles strapped together with the belts she really was quite helpless. Her moans and purrs gave me no doubt I should continue. I gave her nipples a little squeeze. I was surprised at how large and firm they felt in my fingers. "You can squeeze my nipples harder than that Charlie; I don't break easily!" As she encouraged my caresses and my love pinches, I rubbed my crotch harder and faster against her cute little ass and along the backs of her beautiful legs. The effect she had on me was entirely predictable as I soon lost my load explosively and soaked my shorts.
I slowly collapsed down on top of Eva and I held her close. She continued to moan and purr a little bit. After a minute I got up off of her and unbuckled the belts and helped her up. Eva game me a huge smile and hug and kiss. Then she looked down at my soaked briefs and she pulled the bottom of her nightshirt around, which was also all wet from me. "Charlie, you really made quite a mess. I'm not planning on saving this for a souvenir like Monica Lewinsky did, so we'd better clean up now.
We went to her laundry room together. Eva stripped off her nightshirt and tossed it into the still open washing machine. "Two more points; I'm up to six now!" she exclaimed as she stood next to me stripped down to her little black bra and panties again. "Now get those soggy shorts off! And take time to aim this time!" I did, and they went into the washer on my first shot. "Final score six to two. I win, Charlie. Better luck next game!" She poured a little detergent into the machine, shut the door, and pressed "start".
So now I was naked, but she still had her little black bra and panties. It seemed I'd be entirely within the rules she had stated if I tied her up again and stripped her naked, but I had a sense that might not be a good idea. I took a gentler approach "Don't you think we ought to wash this too?" I asked, naughtily running a finger over her bra across her breasts. "And this?" as I slipped a finger into the front waistband of her panties and stretched the elastic.
Given all we had just done, I expected Eva to go along with this. She didn't; she froze and got a nervous look. I felt bad; it seemed like I had unexpectedly stepped over a boundary. "Charlie ... please ... be patient .. it will happen ... but I'm not ... ready ... yet". I took her in my arms, and pulled her close against me. "It's OK Eva. Let's go at your pace, whatever you feel comfortable with." I stopped talking and I held her very tight against me. I could sense her slowly relaxing again in my arms; she loved it when we cuddled close. I held her for a long time like this.
"Charlie, I feel like I'm teasing you too much already. But, I really do want you to stay here and keep me company for the night. I have to work tomorrow and I don't think I can get any sleep alone. I know it isn't fair that I'm enjoying having you here with me naked but I'm not ready to take all my clothes off yet." "Eva, it's also not fair that I got to have a wonderful orgasm and you didn't; I should do a lot more for you."
"It's OK Charlie; just be patient; I'm sure I'll take full advantage of your services when I'm ready. Just for now, are you still OK with sharing my bed tonight and cuddling me? I'd really love it if you'll stay naked for me too. If you get horny you are completely welcome to touch me and rub yourself up against me again. Any time, and as many times as you'd like. I love it when you hold me close like that and it excites me to know that I have such a big effect on you."
"Oh, and if I hog the covers or give you any other trouble you can always get my belts out and tie me up again. By the way, you did a really good job. You didn't hurt me at all, but you had me tied up nice and tight so I don't think I could have gotten out by myself. I really did make a good try to escape; that made the game more exciting for me when I couldn't. It feels weird and I don't understand it but it turned me on a lot to be your prisoner like that."
"And what you did just now was really sweet, Charlie. Under the rules I gave, you have every right to grab me and tie me up and strip me buck naked if you'd like. When I told you the rules, I thought about putting something in, but I was too embarrassed to even admit how shy I was about being naked." I was getting confused by the mixed messages. "Eva, do you want to add that rule now?" "After the way you treated me Charlie, no. I'm going to put myself completely at your mercy. Now you have some idea how I feel, how uncomfortable I am about it."
"I trust you completely and I won't make any more rules. That will make our games more exciting; it really is scary to me knowing that you might strip me naked. And that you might do it to me while I'm tied up and defenseless so I wouldn't even be able to cover myself. Of course once you do it that part of the game will be over. Please be understanding if I break down in tears or something when it happens. Sarah says it's like I almost have a phobia about it. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, and I'm too shy even to be naked in front of her or in front of my own mom. I have no idea why. I'm not prudish in any other way that I can think of. I like it when you touch me in sexy ways."
Just telling me this was hard for Eva. There were small tears running down her cheeks. I took her in my arms and held her tight against me again. That was the one sure way I had found to comfort her. "It's OK Eva. I love you. We don't need to rush anything."
We went back up to Eva's room and climbed into her bed together and cuddled. I gently held her in my arms and we fell asleep together.
When the morning sun woke us, we put our washed clothes in the dryer. We had a slow, relaxed breakfast together and talked a little before Eva headed off to work. I was feeling playful.
"Eva, did Sarah tell you anything else about that burglar? Did he seem to target anyone in particular?" "It was only cute girls in their late teens or early twenties. They were almost always alone, although one time he tied up two 19 year old girls together. One of them was the strong athletic type, but he got her tied so well before she woke up it was too late for her. The other was this little blond girl who was too small to put up much of a struggle." I silently noted that Sarah and Eva would have fit this description perfectly; I'm sure that was no accident.
I continued my inquiry. "Did he only tie up girls with their belts?" "Belts were his trademark, since he could usually find them right in the girl's bedroom, but he'd use anything he could find that did the job. He was quiet, so he'd usually find the belts and be ready with them before the poor girl even woke up. Most of the girls woke up just as he finished with their wrists." "Did he ever hurt the girls." "No. Never. A couple of the ones who struggled really hard got small bruises on their wrists but he was pretty careful. Sometimes he tickled the girls. Sarah thinks he could tell which girls liked being tickled and he only did it to them."
"Did anyone ever get a good look at him?" "The police ran an artist's sketch once in the paper. He looked almost like you, Charlie!" I smiled at that one. "It sounds like there were a whole lot of stories about this guy." "I do know just one more, but I can't tell you." "Why not?" "I'm sworn to secrecy."
I ran up to Eva's bedroom and grabbed the four belts that were still on her desk. "Then I'll have to torture it out of you." I came up behind the chair she was sitting in and brought her arms around behind her. Eva burst out with a bad case of the giggles. I put her wrists together with her hands palms together behind the back of the chair. The first belt went around her wrists, and I tied the loose end of the belt to a rung just below the seat so she couldn't stand back up. The second and third belts strapped her ankles to the chair legs.
The last belt went around her arms just above her elbows. I slowly and gently pulled her elbows together, watching her carefully for any signs of pain or serious discomfort. She kept giggling. When her elbows were just a couple of inches apart she got more serious. I stopped there and buckled the belt. "Eva, are you OK or is this painful?" "I don't think I can move my arms an inch, but I'm OK; this isn't hurting me. Why are you asking? Aren't you supposed to be torturing me to talk?"
With that, the tickle torture began. Her ribs, the soles of her feet, and her super sensitive skin on her tummy. I was feeling a lot more cuddly than fierce at the moment, so this one was pretty gentle as far as our tickle tortures went. With her elbows belted together behind her back like that she was especially defenseless. "OK, OK; Stop! Please! I'll talk!" I let up, but kept a hand under her shirt on the bare skin of her tummy. "So let's hear it. It had better be good, or I can start the treatment again." I gave her one more tiny little tickle.
"One of the girls who got tied up was Sarah's cousin Maureen. Did you know she was on the Science Olympiad team before us?" "Yeah; I remember about eight years ago I read about all the awards she won in the paper. She is really smart, even if she is kind of strange." "Yeah, that's Maureen. Anyhow, they were doing the event called 'pyramid builder' where you have to lift and move a one metric ton cement block. Everyone used that half inch round braided nylon rope to carry the load. The really nice soft kind that stretches a little. Remember that?" I remembered both the event and that rope very well; in particular, I remember Eva and Sarah and I had probably played our first (much more innocent) tie up game with that very rope about four years ago, but that will have to wait for another story.
"Well, poor Maureen had been working on the event in the living room of her parents' apartment, and she had carelessly left her ropes laying all over the place. Her parents had gone off on one of their benders and passed out somewhere downtown and she was home all alone for the night. The burglar found the ropes and he found Maureen asleep. It was a hot night and all she had on were little pink pajamas; they had a babydoll top and little panties to go with it. She's a heavy sleeper so he had both her ankles and her wrists tied tight before she woke up. She was spread out with her arms apart over her head and her legs wide open. All the knots were way out of her reach." I took a prurient interest in this story. "Wow Eva! What did he do to her once he had her tied up like that?"
"Normally, this guy never, ever molested the girls; he just tied them up and robbed the house and left them, but Maureen came on to him. Maureen told Sarah it was to try to trick him into untying her so she could grab him. Sarah didn't believe her; she thinks that Maureen thought the guy was cute. Anyhow, Maureen told the burglar she had an itch on her tummy and she begged him to scratch it.
The burglar couldn't resist Maureen's temptation. Pretty soon he was touching her more and more, in all her sensitive places, nice and gentle so it really teased her. Maureen was tied up so well there wasn't a thing she could do to stop him. The burglar took his time and watched her face and figured out all the right ways to touch her to drive her totally insane. He got her so horny and excited that she got soaking wet between her legs and there was a big wet spot right on her pink panties. With her legs tied wide open and her hands tied up there was no way for her to hide it. He must have seen it."
Another long pause. "Then what?" "He kept going until she was just about to come, then he stopped suddenly. Maureen begged and pleaded with him to finish her off but he just left her like that. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life, but with her hands tied wide apart over her head there was no way she could touch herself. And with her legs tied spread wide apart like that she couldn't even rub her thighs together. There wasn't a thing she could do to get herself off."
I was getting excited just from listening to this one. "So then what happened?" "Maureen spent the whole night tied up all frustrated and horny like that. She was supposed to go shopping with Sarah in the morning, but she didn't show up. Eventually, Sarah got so worried she went looking for her found her like that. By the time Sarah got the ropes untied, Maureen had been helpless and struggling like that for eight hours. And you know what is really creepy about it?" "What?" "The police have a theory that it wasn't really a stranger; they think it was someone that Maureen knew."
I got a good laugh. Maureen really was a bit on the odd and seemingly kinky side. Sometimes she dressed in inappropriate provocative clothes. Eva and I joked about her, but Sarah was pretty defensive of her cousin. I don't think either of us would have dared repeat this "story" to Sarah; she probably would have been offended or hurt.
Speaking of helpless, Eva was still strapped to the kitchen chair with her belts; she had told the story very naturally and comfortably while she was tied up. It really was time for her to go to work, but before I let her out I took one last advantage of her predicament to enjoy a couple more affectionate strokes and squeezes of her cute breasts through her shirt. I wished we had time to play some more. One last question came into my head. "By the way Eva, now that you've brought up that nice white rope, I wonder what ever happened to the stuff we used when we did that pyramid mover event in Science Olympiad?" "It's probably still somewhere in the basement here; they changed events the year after my Dad coached the team and it never got used again. Oh, look at the time! I'd really better go to work."
I followed her upstairs while she got her keys from her room. "Charlie, it was really sweet of you to keep me company last night." "I wasn't much protection from the burglar who ties up girls, was I?" "You did just fine Charlie. Please do stay again tonight, Sarah won't be back and I really don't want to be alone. What would it take for me to entice you to come back?"
Of course Eva didn't have to do anything at all, but I noticed one of her dresser drawers was sloppily left open, which was not at all like Eva. On top was a pink babydoll pajama top and panties. "I hear it is going to be another hot night, so I hope you'll dress in something cool and comfortable and pretty again." I picked up the little pink pajamas and put them on her bed. "Like these. See you tonight!" We headed out the door and I walked her to the medical office where she worked. On the walk home I started working out my plans for another fun night.
[to be continued in the next part]