0 comments/ 58659 views/ 3 favorites Rough Rider Ch. 1 By: TxSweets "The usual, Darlin, and add a few slices of bacon for me, if ya would." She loved his thick southern drawl almost as much as she loved those dirty Wranglers he always wore. She gave him a playful wink as she set his coffee in front of him. "No problem." She walked around the counter and leaned over the window into the kitchen. "Hey, Danny, gimme a special for Jake, please. And extra bacon." She never put his order into the computer anymore. He came in every morning just before breakfast switched to full price, and she always put the money in the drawer as extra. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she washed the counters down. He was cute. So cute – dark brown hair tucked up under a baseball cap, and green eyes that would make any woman melt. He was radiant in the tan that comes from physical labor, out under the sun. He was a hard worker, and Debbie loved that about him. She'd bet ten bucks he was good in the sack too! She saw him stretch his muscular body, his legs relaxing under the table as he pulled his arms back, and clasped his hands behind his head. For a minute, she thought he was watching her. "How's that husband of yours doin," he called out. She walked a little closer to him, and leaned against one of the booths. "Doing just fine. Lazy and no good as ever." She laughed a little, but the truth is, it was a sore subject for her. Michael was just that – lazy. He was barely holding on to the job that kept their heads above water, and she found herself growing more and more resentful every day. Her job was actually an outlet for her, a place to get away from the world that troubled her so much at home. For a while, she could concentrate on nothing except hot food, fresh coffee, and a cheerful smile. She was lucky enough to enjoy what she did, and hunks like Jake made it even better. They sat in silence for a moment before she found her gaze drifting over his body. Dirty jeans, t-shirt, and boots. He needed a shower, and it was only ten am! But she knew he'd been up and working for hours now. Not as long as she had but still. The thought of him in a shower sent a wicked smile to her face. Oh the fun she could have with that man in the shower. Nothing but them, some soap…… "What're you grinning about?" The question jolted her from the wonderful fantasy in her head. "Oh…. Nothing." She threw a teasing grin at him. "Just wondering… how well you clean up." With that she turned and headed back toward the kitchen, bumping into Trina halfway there. Trina was her relief. Debbie came in late in the evenings, right before the one o'clock rush. The crowd was not always a pleasant one, as most of them were coming in to sober up after their night at the bar, but she looked forward to this time in the mornings, it was quiet. And she got to flirt with Jake. She and Trina had an arrangement. Debbie worked an extra hour in the mornings, so Trina didn't have to get up so early. Trina's part of the deal, was that she didn't weasel in on Jake while Debbie wasn't looking! "Judging from that goofy grin on your face, I'd guess, Prince Charming's here?" Trina was forever teasing her about Jake, but it was all in good fun. "Yep, and making my mouth water just as much as always!" She grabbed the plate of piping hot food from the window. "I'll be clocking out of here in just a few minutes. Anything new?" "Nope, same ole, same ole. I'll be ready in a sec." Debbie grabbed the coffee pot on her way by, and poured fresh coffee while she set the plate down in front of him. "You're pretty talented with those hands." She grinned at him. "More than you know, Cowboy." She turned to leave, but his voice caught her mid-step. "Well, how 'bout, you sit down and have breakfast with me, and I'll see if I can learn a bit more about your … talents." She smiled a little at the thought of this new possibility, and of how much trouble it could get her into, if things went beyond breakfast. "Sure." She smiled at him. "Let me clock out, and make myself a cup of coffee. You go ahead and eat." When she got back to the table, he'd already polished off half of his breakfast. 'Guess hard workin' men need their nourishment.' She thought to herself. She sat down, and for a minute, neither of them spoke. He chewed slowly as he watched her… And he smiled. She had her eyes lowered, concentrating intently on her coffee cup. The rise and fall of her breast under the tacky uniform only entranced him. She'd left the top two buttons undone, and from this position, he had a clear view of her firm breasts. He thought he could remember her mentioning a few younguns at home, but her body didn't show it. She was no beauty queen, but she had a nice natural appearance to her that he found incredibly sexy. She stayed active, and therefore, she stayed fit. He leaned back in his seat, repeating the move from earlier, stretching his entire body until his feet bumped into hers under the table. He was the first to break the silence. "You're an incredible tease, Debbie." She didn't know what she had expected, but she didn't think that was it. Something in his tone sent a thrill through her, and she glanced up at him. "You're not so bad yourself!" He hesitated a second before letting loose a healthy chuckle. "I guess we're both pretty much experts at this game, aren't we?" He waited a minute before adding, "but we're not on your territory anymore." He leaned forward and took another big bite of his eggs before she had time to think about what he meant. "Do you have plans for this evening?" She glanced up at him. He'd already swallowed his food, and was waiting for her reaction to the fast pace of this conversation. "Um… no. No I don't." She hated it when she stuttered. He didn't speak right away. Instead, his eyes were glued on hers, his mind working at a leisurely pace, soaking up every one of her movements, judging them, calculating them. Trying to decide if he'd been right in his guesses. He glanced toward his coffee cup, which was still three quarters full. "Would you warm that up for me, please." It wasn't a request, but more an experiment, and she hesitated only for a second before sliding from the booth and grabbing the pot. His fingers curled around her wrist lightly as she leaned over him. "I'd like you to meet me for dinner tonight." There was a short pause that seemed to last an eternity in Debbie's mind. "That ok?" "Yeah. Yeah, sure." She hated it even worse when she blushed, and she could feel the beginnings of one setting in right now. Why, she had no idea, but she had a feeling she was going to get herself in a lot of trouble before the night was over. Rough Rider Ch. 2 She'd dressed casually and comfortably, followed the winding instructions to his farmhouse, and stepped out of the car. The evening that awaited her was one that would be replayed over and over in her head, and would open the door to many new experiences for her. The first of those new experiences came shortly after dinner. They'd had a very relaxing night, dinner was delicious, and the wine incredible. After the dishes had been cleared they'd relaxed with the wine left over from dinner, and the conversation had taken them idly from one subject to the next, none of them carrying much depth, but all of them satisfying their hazy minds. Truth be told, Debbie had drank far more wine this evening than he had, and she was enjoying the warmth that settled and swirled in the pit of her stomach. Before the night was over, Jake had sprawled out on the couch, his boots kicked off, with Debbie sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning against the couch. The calm was comforting, and not the least bit awkward, and his hand had strayed to her shoulder, where it rested, and occasionally slipped through her hair. Her eyes closed, and she focused on the sensations his fingers were producing. She loved the way his fingers would grab at her hair. Every so often it seemed like he forgot what was going on around him, and his fingers would tangle in her hair and tug, sending a chill of excitement through her. She was always disappointed when he pulled his hand away. "Have you ever wondered where you belong in life?" It was the first either of them had spoken in a long time and it took a moment to clear her mind enough to concentrate on the question. "What do you mean?" He paused a moment before he answered, collecting his thoughts, and absentmindedly winding her hair around his fingers again. All at once he was on his feet and crouching down in front of her. "Think about it, sitting down there on the floor, why are you sitting there, instead of up beside me? Why did you clean up the dishes tonight, without me ever even asking you? Why did you jump to get my coffee this morning, after your shift was over?" He fired questions at her continuously, and it was difficult to wrap her half drunk mind around them. "I don't know, is there a right answer here?" She laughed softly, only to look up and find his eyes serious. Him being this close to her was definitely having an effect on her. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she struggled not to reach out and kiss him then and there. He pulled her up by her arms and walked her backwards until she was flat up against the wall. His eyes searched hers until she was forced to look away from him. "Have you ever been taken, by a strong man, so forcefully that you didn't know if you had any control in the situation at all?" Before she could get out an answer to the question his lips were on hers, pressing down until her lips opened and his tongue sought hers, before pushing it aside, and exploring her teeth. It was over much too soon, and he pulled back just as suddenly as he had begun. Her body was completely alive now, aware of every spot his fingers were touching her. She was perfectly aware of the feel of his breath on the tip of her nose as he pulled away, and she could feel very distinctly his bulge pressing through his jeans into her stomach. He pulled her arms up over her head, and grabbed both wrists in his big hand. His right hand slid slowly down her arm until he was at the top of her breast. He watched her intently, judging everything about the situation, her heavy breathing, the way her eyes were half closed, the way her hands were literally limp in his grasp. He reached back and pulled the small pocket knife from his jeans. Her eyes opened wider as he flicked the knife open and put it gently to her collar bone. She could feel the blade pressing into her skin, and then felt as it slid farther down her exposed cleavage. She didn't know if she was excited or scared at this point. "Have you ever knelt at a mans feet?" The knife slid slowly down her top, slicing the button away easily and she watched as it fell to the floor. "Have you ever submitted totally to his will?" The blade slipped farther down, and the next two buttons fell. She could feel the familiar hot moisture collecting between her legs and her body moved trying to press against his, but he held her fast to the wall. "What if I told you, that tonight, I would make you mine, and that you would never forget it?" His knife finished its slow path down her shirt and she could feel the cool breeze hitting her bare skin. She opened her mouth to answer, but realized she had no moisture in her throat, and it came out a jumbled croak. He grinned slyly and watched her for a moment before he tightened his grip on her wrists and turned to walk away, dragging her behind him. She struggled to keep up with him in this awkward position. Her mind was racing. She didn't know if she should be scared, or turned on. Her body seemed to know, though, because she could feel the way her entire body was alive with excitement. She knew there'd be a damp spot in her jeans by the time he got to wherever he was going. She decided for the moment, on excitment. When he stopped, she barely had time to glance around her before the darkness enveloped her. She felt him tying the cloth behind her head, and she licked her lips slowly in anticipation. His hands came roughly at first, yanking the shirt from her shoulders, then softened only briefly as he unhooked the bra behind her back. Before she knew what was happening, he had her on the bed, and was sliding her jeans from around her legs. She wondered if he could see the moisture collecting between her thighs. In a flash he had her back up and she could feel his hands working around hers, and she felt her arms being stretched up, until she was standing on her tip toes, and secured there. The leather around her wrists was soft, not at all threatening, and it gave her a thrill when she tested it, and realized she couldn't move from that spot. She heard him walking around her. Slowly. Examining her, she imagined. Now she was glad she had put on the sexy underwear. She wondered if he liked the dark green color against her dark skin. Suddenly she felt his hands on her face, stroking it softly, and he pulled her hair back and slid it gently behind her ear. "Such beautiful hair." She heard him murmer to himself. She felt him run his hands through it slowly. "Do you know how long I've wanted to feel your hair run through my fingers?" She knew this question didn't require an answer, and she kept her lips closed tightly. His hand tightened roughly in her hair, yanking on it, and she cried out, the force pulling her head back before she regained her composure. As soon as her head came back up she felt the blade of his knife again, pressing against the delicate flesh of her neck. A light whimper escaped her throat before she felt his finger on her lips. "I wont hurt you Debbie. You know me. We're friends, and I wouldn't hurt you." A hot tear rolled down her cheek, but she nodded her head to signal the she understood. His words were comforting, and she was glad he cared enough to soothe her. The knife slid further down until it pressed into her breasts, and it traced around her nipple. She could feel her chest expanding with the effort of each breath, pushing harder against the blade each time. She closed her eyes underneath the blindfold and felt her body relax a little. She'd never played like this before, never even thought about it, but the feeling excited her terribly. She wanted to feel the blade against every inch of her skin. Maybe she even wanted to feel it knick her a little. She pushed that thought from her mind quickly and concentrated on his movements. Down, farther down, until just the tip of the long knife was pressed against her navel. It felt delicious! And she couldn't stop the flood of warmth that swirled between her thighs. He let his hand slide farther still, until the blade was pressed flat against the rounded part of her tummy, then slid it smoothly into the waistband of her panties. She heard the tiny rip, then felt the wet material slide from her body. She felt him step close to her, and his body pressed firmly against hers as his arms wrapped around her waist, his lips sliding smoothly over her neck, kissing, licking, nipping, until she was writhing against him. Until she ached to feel him inside her. He stepped back and she heard him shed his clothing, then footsteps, as he walked around her slowly. His hands fell to her ass, cupping it in his palms and kneading it almost painfully. She winced as he squeezed the flesh. "You have such smooth skin." His lips were right behind her ear, and her head turned automatically toward the sound of his voice, but his hand wound quickly in her hair, and jerked it back. She couldn't remember ever being this wet. She felt wanton, and she relished the feel of his fist in her hair. He was keeping a tight rein on her, not letting her head move an inch as his other hand traced her bottom. She felt the sting as his hand came down on her ass, and the juices in her boiled. She heard the moaning before she realized it was her own voice. Begging for the release she craved. Begging for the tiniest bit of friction against her swollen clit. Her hips arched up, and met only air. She heard him chuckle softly, then felt as he released her hair, and stepped in front of her. The blindfold dropped away, and she opened her eyes quickly hoping to get a glance of his body, but he'd already stepped behind her again. She let out a soft sigh of frustration, and closed her eyes again. "So, I was right about you?" He spoke from somewhere behind her, and she could hear the grin in his tone. "About what?" She knew it was a silly question, but she didn't really know what to say – or how to say it even. His answer came quickly, and she could tell he was farther away from her than he had been all evening. "About you! About your desires, your wants, your… inclinations." She imagined him sitting in a chair behind her, watching her, enjoying the way his questions made her fidget. "I… I, don't know what you mean." There goes that damn stuttering again. She heard him get up and walk towards her. Slowly, unrushed. He was taking his time, and part of her enjoyed the feeling of comfort, even if she was strung up in a doorway. She felt his hand gliding gently down her back. It made her shiver – but she was far from cold. "I mean…" he let his voice trail off as his big hands worked down her back, "are you enjoying this as much as your body says?" She was slow to answer, but when she did, her voice was clear, and strong. "Yes, I am." His hands worked her hair away from her shoulders, pulling it back into a smooth line down the middle of her back before releasing it, and letting his hands travel around her body. "I watched you, and studied you for so long. I argued with myself over whether you could enjoy a situation such as this. Whether your body would respond." He was pinching her nipples now, tugging them, rolling them between his fingers. "I've wanted to ask you out here for a long time now – wanted to find out if there was a slut hiding somewhere in you." His hands were flat against her tummy now, pulling her back against his body and she could feel his cock pressing firmly against her ass. He was leaning over her, his mouth close to her ear. She could feel the breath hot against her neck. "There were even nights when I laid in bed alone and fantasized about what it would be like to have you in this exact position …" he took in a long slow breath. "To have you as mine." His cock slid effortlessly into her dripping cunt, and his fingers worked over her clit, rubbing and stroking until she was panting and jerking against her bonds. She loved feeling his chest heaving against her back, loved the way their bodies were becoming drenched in sweat. The blindfold fell back over her eyes, and she felt his cock slip out of her. When he moved away, she realized he had unhooked her wrists and she pulled her arms down painfully. He had left the cuffs on. He led her across the room, and gently, almost lovingly, laid her on the bed and before long, the only thing clear in her mind was the feeling of his cock filling her. He rolled her over and pulled her up onto her knees. She put her head down and felt his hips slam against her ass. She loved the way his fingers gripped her cheeks as he shoved deep inside her. She felt his fist come up and tangle in her hair again, and he pulled her head back hard as he rode her. She heard him grunt and he shoved deep inside her. For as long as she could remember, she'd loved the feel of a man shooting his load inside her like that. The way it spurted against her walls always sent a thrill through her, and this time was no different. She came on his cock, her cunt gripping and milking him for all she was worth. After they'd both caught their breath, they rolled over and snuggled down into the comforter. She could feel his breath on her back, low and gentle, and she closed her eyes against the glare of the light, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. Rough Rider Ch. 3 It'd been a week since their first get-together, and already Debbie was itching for another taste. They'd met up once since then – nothing extremely sexual, just a bite to eat after her shift one morning. They hadn't even talked about their night together. She was beginning to worry that he had lost interest. That fear was soon put to rest. "What are you doing after work?" She had just sat his plate down, and she stood up quickly and wiped her hands on her towel before turning to grab the coffee pot. "Not sure yet, did you have something in mind, Cowboy?" Of course he did. But she loved the teasing. The flirting. It's what made her smile the most when she thought about their time together. The playfulness pleased her greatly. He laughed and glanced up at her. "One of these days someone will come along and put you in your place, woman." He grinned and winked at her before turning back to his hash –browns. "And you think you're up for the job, do ya?" She grinned when he let out a loud chuckle. "Who better to put you in your place than the man that's had you hanging by your wrists in a door way?" She could feel her cheeks getting hot at that comment, and she glanced around, assuring herself no one was within earshot. She turned back to him, just in time to catch a smile fading from his lips. If she didn't know better, she'd swear he got a kick out of making her uncomfortable like this! "Meet me at the bookstore tonight," he was purposely avoiding her obvious embarrassment. "The one on twelfth. I'll be there at 10." It hadn't been a request – and she hadn't taken it as one. The bookstore he had referred to was a very large Barnes & Noble. She knew it well, as she had always fostered a love for reading, and most of the employees knew her by name. This worried her a little. Her husband had problems, but she certainly didn't want to leave him, and that might be the only option left to her if word made it back to him that she'd been running around on him. She spent the evening nervously laying the foundation of her lie. She was going to Trina's house for a much -needed break from the general rumble of every day life. She knew Trina would cover for her. Just like she did last week. As she got ready for the evening, though, her mind was spinning a million miles a minute. Recalling they're first encounter, remembering the different emotions that had been whirling through her for the past week. Just thinking about it made her wet all over again. She loved the feel of the rope on her wrists, the way he yanked her hair. She was positive her husband could see the flush in her cheeks as she fed the kids their dinner, bathed them, read to them, put them to bed. Fulfilling all of her household obligations and responsibilities, and the whole time her knees were trembling over the memory of a handsome cowboy putting his hands on her a week before. She thought about the brunch they'd shared a few days ago, and she wondered why being out with him caused her to moisten up so quickly. When they'd sat down his hand immediately went to her thigh, and had slipped farther up her skirt until his pinkie had been touching the damp fabric of her panties. He left his hand there until the food arrived, and then he had squeezed the flesh, near painfully, before removing his fingers. It seemed at the time to be a possessive gesture. She couldn't help remembering the way her skin remained hot where his hand had rested. Halfway through their meal he had asked her to take her panties off and bring them back to him, and she had wasted no time in doing just that. The real surprise came when she sat back down. He took the panties from her balled up fist and held them in front of his nose. She glanced around quickly, knowing they were in plain sight of anyone who chanced to lay eyes on them, and watched as he inhaled deeply. He had grinned at her before casually sliding the fabric in his jeans pocket. That grin is what stayed in her mind as she drove to the bookstore. Getting out of the house hadn't been a problem – Mike hadn't taken his eyes off the television for more than twenty seconds since he'd been home - and now the only thing she had to concentrate on was Jake's grin. She was free to remember the way his big calloused hands had felt cupping her tits together, the way his tongue had darted out to lick each nipple tenderly. She could feel the wetness growing between her thighs, and she fought off the urge to dip her hand down to stroke herself. She knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop. Mike could over look a lot of things, but she didn't think a totaled car was one of them! She was relieved when she finally pulled into the parking lot, and she glanced at her watch before grabbing her purse and hurrying in. She was ten minutes late. She spotted him not far in, sitting in one of the heavy armchairs around a low coffee table. He looked strangely out of place among textbooks and cappuccinos of college kids. A smile played across her lips as she studied him. His dirty boots were crossed on the coffee table in front of him, one hand behind his head, and the other holding a book. He never seemed tense to her, always comfortable, and always oblivious of any occasional stares he might get from the people around him. She stood over him for just a moment before he raised his eyes to hers, and a slow grin spread across his lips, one that seemed to light up his entire face – the one that always seemed to make her knees turn to jello. "You're late." She was surprised by the cool edge to his voice. She wasn't sure if she'd ever heard that tone in his voice. She began to explain, but was quickly stopped by a look in his eyes. One that screamed Confidence. She got the message. It wasn't important what had kept her, only that she had kept him waiting. She was really beginning to think twice about this - about the whole meeting. She wasn't used to this look in his eyes. He stood up quickly, dropping the book back down on the table in front of him, and slipped his hands over her shoulders. He stood a full 6 inches taller than her, and he leaned down until his lips were soft against her ear. "I've been thinking about you all week. I can't get it out of my mind. Seeing you tied up like that, watching you as you listened for my footsteps, it just keeps playing over and over again in my head." His voice was harsh, needy, and she could feel his cock pressing through the tight blue jeans. "All night I've been thinking about it, fantasizing, wanting more of you." His voice trailed off, only slightly above a whisper, and she felt his tongue dart out to lick at her ear lobe. If it hadn't been for his fingers gripping her shoulders, she was sure her knees would have buckled just then. They stood there locked together like that for a long moment before either of them spoke, and when he finally did break the silence, she couldn't believe what she heard. "Go into the bathroom there and wait for me. I'll be a few moments behind." He started to sit back down again, then turned around mid-stride. "Oh, and take your panties off for me too. You know how I hate it when you wear them." Just like that, he sat back down, and brought the book back up in front of his eyes. Debbie's mind raced for answers. He couldn't really be serious! She stood there for a moment, not quite knowing what to do. He had dismissed her. Or, that was the way he held himself anyway. He had given her a task, and thought nothing more of it. She started to say something, then quickly changed her mind when he looked up at her. That look was there again. The one that sent a tingle up her spine, and a flood between her legs. "Didn't I give you something to occupy your time with?" It almost sounded like he mocked her, teased her – dared her to come up with a suitable response. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, stalling for time, and for a minute, she thought she might cry. She changed her mind, and simply lowered her gaze instead. "Well," he continued, "your only other option is to go back home to your husband and babies. Is that what you want?" Her head snapped up quickly and searched his eyes. What she found surprised her – humor. He was enjoying this. He loved making her uncomfortable like this, loved seeing her in conflict with herself. He waited patiently while she studied his face, trying to figure out exactly what it was she saw there, what it was that drew her to him. "I'm not going to wait here all night for you to make one silly decision, Debbie." He sounded exasperated, and he turned his eyes back to his book purposely. "It's your call." She'd been dismissed once again. She let out a long slow sigh, turned on her heel, and headed for the door. She didn't have to stand for this, and she wouldn't. She gave herself a little pep talk as she walked, assuring herself that she'd done the right thing by deciding to leave. Halfway to the front door though, she stopped. Directly to her right was the door with the sign 'Restroom' above it. And she hesitated. She heard herself curse softly under her breath. "You only live once, right?" Quickly she stepped forward and pushed the heavy door open, and listened, as it swung shut behind her. She turned around to lock the door behind her, and immediately corrected the action. It seemed the seconds turned into minutes, and those into hours as she stood there, and silently debated with her common sense. Finally, the deliciously naughty side won, and she quickly slipped her damp panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. She balled them up in her fist, first, and then thought about dropping them into her purse. She finally tossed them into the corner, exasperated at her own whirl pool of thoughts, and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, her knees pressed too-modestly together, considering her current predicament. Her eyes snapped forward when she heard the door creak open, only to lower them again when they met his gaze. He stood there for a moment in the door and she silently begged him to hurry up and close the door, she could see people walking around outside, and she knew that meant they could see in as well. He finally did step through, and he turned without ever taking his eyes off hers, and turned the lock. The sound seemed to echo throughout the large bathroom, reminding her of her situation, and she caught herself staring at his boots, unsure of where else to look. Finally he stepped directly in front of her "Look at me, Debbie." Her eyes slowly traveled up his legs, passing over his hips, with the wide belt situated on them, over his hard chest, and directly into his green eyes, that seemed to breath fire at her tonight. For some reason it made her extremely uncomfortable to look at his face, and she instinctively dropped her eyes again. In a flash she felt his fist tangle in her hair and yank her head back up until her eyes were settled firmly on his. "There. Now that's much better." He mumbled softly, and his fingers slowly unwrapped themselves from her hair. She took in a shaky breath as she looked at him, and the moment dragged on forever. Finally he spoke. "Get up. Put your hands on the wall there and stick your ass out." She hesitated for a split moment as the last remaining bits of her resolve crumbled away, then she was on her feet, and pressed against the wall. The tile felt cool under her sweaty palms, and she leaned her forehead against them too, thankful for the momentary relief from her heart pounding steadily in her ears. She jumped when she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her farther back, farther from the wall. "Keep your hands on the wall like I told you." She quickly firmed her stance, making sure her palms were flat against the tiles. She felt his boot reach out and kick at the insides of her feet, pushing them farther apart, and she compliantly adjusted her feet wider apart. She could feel his crotch pressed right against her backside now, his hands on either side of her, stroking and massaging her hips. His hand slid down farther until it was just under the hem of her short skirt, and slowly began a path up her thigh. She had chosen that skirt because of how short it was, but now she was seriously rethinking her decision. There was a small taste of fear in the back of her throat that she couldn't seem to swallow, her whole body on edge, waiting, listening. His hand continued to travel up her thigh under the skirt until it rested on her naked hip, and a slow tremor passed through her when he squeezed the flesh between his fingers. He removed his left hand from her hip and began to slide it along her ass, cupping each cheek in his hand through her skirt, then lowering it until he was pushing at the hem of her skirt, sliding it farther up. He found her wet slit and gently teased his finger back and forth through it. "Aaahh, so my little slut is already wet for me is she?" She could almost hear the grin in his voice, and her eyes closed for a moment before she nodded her head slowly. His finger continued its exploration of her cunt before traveling slowly up the crack of her ass and teasing the crinkled hole open with the tip of his finger. He added pressure, little by little, until his slippery finger popped through the opening, and she let her breath out in a quiet hiss as he massaged her ass from the inside out. He kept his finger there, barely inside her ass, as he reached around and stroked his thumb over her clit gently. Her hips rocked forward, trying desperately to increase the friction, and was quickly rebuffed when he yanked his finger from her ass and gave her bare bottom a loud smack. Her eyes shot open and she stared blankly at the wall in front of her. "I do things my way, if I'd wanted you to move, I'd have told you so. Is that clear Debbie?" Her lips trembled when he said this, and for the second time that night she thought she might cry. She didn't know what had brought around his change of attitude so suddenly. To make matters worse, she couldn't decide if she liked it or not. No one had ever treated her this way before, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter every time he spoke to her like that. She nodded her head slowly to signal she understood. Immediately his fingers were wrapped tightly in her hair again, and he yanked her head back, forcing her to look at the ceiling above her. "I didn't hear you." Her voice trembled as she tried to force it from her throat, but she managed a very shaky 'yes', before he released her hair, and returned his hand to her ass. He slowly started his ministrations all over again, and she let out a low sigh of contentment as she felt his fingers begin their work. In no time at all he had her dripping wet and she was fighting a mad battle to keep her hips still. Just before she reached her breaking point though, his fingers disappeared, and she let out a slow hiss, fighting off the urge to scrape her clit right against the cold tiles just for a little relief. His hand came up to the back of her neck, grasping her firmly between his fingertips, and he led her slowly back to the toilet seat. He lowered her gently, until her chest was pressed flat against the cold porcelain, and her ass waved in the air. She could hear his belt flying through the loops as he removed it quickly, his hand still pressed tight against her neck, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she concentrated on all the different sensations coursing through her body. She knew her ass was just about the only thing visible to him from her position, and she waved it in the air seductively, reveling in the feel of the cold air against her hot cunt. When he spoke, she could hear that that grin had returned to his face. "I seem to have a little slut on my hands tonight - a wanton little whore, don't I?" A loud moan escaped her lips and she nodded softly before uttering a quiet, "Yes." She heard his jeans fall to the floor and she sucked in her breath in anticipation of what she hoped was coming. Before long she felt it, and she shuddered a little as he pressed his cock into her in one swift motion. His hand left her neck, and instead tangled in her hair, winding the long tresses around his fingers until he yanked her head back, and began a very fast rhythm, using his 'handle' as leverage. She moaned softly, feeling her throat muscles contract when he increased the pressure, pulling at her hair even harder, using it to pull her back to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She couldn't believe how wet she was! She also couldn't believe she was enjoying this this much. Enjoying being … used, like this! She felt him starting to swell inside her, giving her an incredibly full feeling directly before he pumped his cum into her. He held her like that for a long time, and his hold on her hair gradually loosened, leaving her with a very dull ache in her scalp. His body slowly relaxed into her, and when he finally withdrew, she felt his cum trickling down her thigh. She reached for a tissue, but was quickly told otherwise. "Leave it." It was a very simple command, and for some reason, it was one that she didn't have much trouble following. She shrugged, and straightened her clothes as best she could. When he was finally dressed and presentable again, he kissed her lips gently, his hand resting on her cheek. "Follow me out in a few moments. I'm parked right in front - we're leaving. I'll bring you back to get your car later." When he was gone, she gathered up her things and stepped out into the real world again, very conscious of the smiles and stares she got from a few people who had seen Jake leave a moment earlier. She blushed deeply, but kept her head up as she walked out the door, and into the night. Rough Rider Ch. 4 A light rain had started to fall from the sky when she stepped outside, and she hurried to the pickup where he was already waiting with the passenger side door opened a crack. Quickly she stepped up inside and slammed the door behind her, shaking the water from her clothes as she sat, and made herself comfortable. She looked over at him and caught that strange smile on his lips again, the one that always made her stomach turn to butterflies. She looked around slowly, taking in everything around her. She smiled a little to herself at the truck itself – set high up off the ground, and decked out with all the latest amenities, right down to the leather seats. He even looked a little out of place in his own truck! There was a plastic bag on the seat beside them with the bookstore's logo scrawled across it, and she wondered when he'd had time to buy anything. But she quickly dismissed it as not important. "Ready to go?" His voice quickly brought her out of her observations, and she only nodded softly in response. "Where are we going?" She didn't really expect a response, and she didn't get one. Instead, he put the truck in drive, and eased out of the parking lot. ~* When she finally made it home that evening she was tired, sore, and wet. Mike never even budged as she dragged herself into the bed beside him, still wet from her shower, and fell asleep. She woke up long enough the next morning to get the kids dressed, and off to school, then headed straight back to bed where she stayed until the phone woke her up at ten. It was Trina, of course, wanting to hear all about her evening with Jake. So Debbie pulled herself from the warmth of the comforter and headed to the kitchen for her breakfast of coffee and a bagel. She liked these times that her and Trina shared - it was nice to feel like someone was a little interested in her personal life at least. For an hour or more she sat at the kitchen table in her panties, and told Trina every little detail she could possibly remember. She was just glad that Trina seemed to enjoy it as much as she did! After she got off the phone, she quickly pulled a t-shirt over her head, and headed back to the kitchen to clean up a little before getting dressed and heading out. But just as she entered the kitchen the phone rang, and she quickly grabbed the one that hung on the wall, just inside the door - frame. She was immediately greeted by that thick Southern voice she loved so much. "Did you have a good time last night?" She could hear that smile in his voice again, and she leaned back against the wall as she replayed in her minds eye what he must look like as he talked to her. "Yes I did, very much so in fact." She thought about it for a very brief moment before adding a very shy, "Thank you." She heard him laugh softly to himself, and she smiled as well, never being able to resist his lighthearted humor. "Anytime, Darlin', but I called to ask if you'd looked in that sack yet." Of course! She'd been so tired last night that she'd just stumbled in and put it away. She'd completely forgotten about it this morning. She hurried down the hall to get the cordless, then back to the kitchen to hang up the one there. She knew she was amusing him, running around like this, but she couldn't help it. She was very surprised at herself for having forgotten, and now that it was in her mind, she just had to know what was in it. She dropped down to her knees in front of the nightstand and pulled the drawer out. She remembered how quietly she'd had to do this last night, to keep from waking Mike up, and how the small task of opening the old drawer silently had seemed to take forever. The sack was sitting right where she'd left it, and she quickly pulled it out and untied the knot in it. It was a book. A book of ghost stories to be exact, and she thanked him profusely. She loved the old ghost stories, real or imagined, and it delighted her that he'd remember it, and that he'd get it for her. She flipped the book over, studying the back jacket of it thinking what great material it'd be to have in a nice hot bubble bath for a while. "Do me a favor." His voice startled her out of her reading, and she quickly complied. "Take a look inside. Tell me what you find. I have to get going, I'll see you soon." And he was gone, and she was free to read to her little heart's content. But not before she found whatever it was he was wanting her to look for. She leafed through the book, and not finding anything, flipped it over and fanned the pages out. Sure enough a small white square of paper fell from between the pages, and she quickly picked it up and began to read. So, my beautiful girl has risen for the day! I figured you'd sleep in a little, since I kept you out so late last night, welcome to the living! I want you to do something for me. There is a lingerie shop just a small ways from you, and I'd like you to go there for me. I've picked something out for you, but you need to go have the sizing done properly, and pick it up. The name of the place is 'Sugar 'n Spice', you'll have to look up the address. You shouldn't have any problem finding it. Ask for Judy, and tell her I sent you. She'll know what to do. Jake She reread the note before she raised her eyes, and she quickly scanned the room. Those damn butterflies were back again, and it was driving her crazy how she couldn't seem to stop that feeling whenever anything to do with Jake presented itself. She hurried to the kitchen for the phonebook that lived beside the phone and quickly looked the place up. He was right. It was just a few blocks away. She did have a few other things to do today, but surely they could wait while she made this one stop and figured out just what was going on. As she got dressed she thought over her situation. She didn't really understand the relationship between her and Jake. Up until a week ago it had been simple flirting, and now that they had taken it a step further, he had changed. Well, she thought he had changed. Maybe this was the way he'd acted all along. Perhaps she just hadn't noticed. She'd have to remember to ask Trina about it later. Maybe she'd realized it before Debbie had. And then there was the question of whether or not she was truly enjoying where this was leading. Sure it was frightening. And it was certainly different than the relationships she'd had previously. But it definitely wasn't a bad change. Every time she thought of the things he did for her, and to her, she got wet all over again. That can't be bad – right? And what about this whole surprise factor? She never could stand to be kept in the dark on these kinds of things. She liked to know exactly what was going on around her. She had never liked unforeseen circumstances popping up without warning. And that seemed to be the entire basis for this relationship they had going. He never seemed in a hurry to tell her anything about their dates until he felt good and ready. She just couldn't figure out why she didn't mind it when he did it! Her thoughts were a jumbled mess by the time she was completely dressed, and she found it kind of ironic, when she glanced in the mirror, that she looked so calm and collected on the outside when her mind was going a million miles a minute. It wasn't a long drive, and without much trouble she spotted the little shop hidden in a small thicket of trees that would have been easily missed if she hadn't been looking for it. She eased into a parking space, shut off the engine, and looked at the place. She had no idea why she was so nervous, but it seemed to take her a full five minutes before she could coax herself up the little steps and into the brightly lit store. The tiny bell jangled overhead, and she took in a shaky breath and looked around. There were teddies, babydolls, and camisoles galore. The place seemed deceptively large compared to what it had seemed to be while sitting outside in front, and she realized the somewhat narrow room seemed to stretch ahead in front of her. What it lacked in width it certainly made up for in length. Racks, shelves, and hooks piled high with satin and silk, bows and lace, straps and hooks, it was all just so gorgeous. She had never really owned anything as nice as the things in this shop, and she got a little giddy standing there trying to figure out just what he might have picked out for her. "Can I help you find something, Ma'am?" The soft voice carried a lot of warmth, and what seemed to be a touch of that Southern charm she loved so much in Jakes voice. She quickly wrote it off as her imagination and turned to find a very small woman standing next to her. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'3, and probably didn't weigh over 130 pounds, but the girl's smile was sweet and genuine, and Debbie soon became very comfortable with her. "Well," she started off hesitantly. She wasn't sure exactly how to explain to this woman why and how she'd been sent here. "I was supposed to be seeing a woman named Judy here." The woman smiled that sweet girlish smile again. "Well you're talking to her! What can I do for you?" The woman walked behind the long counter even as she was talking, and leaned against it, her elbows resting on the countertop. Debbie followed behind slowly, still amazed at all the pretty choices in this place. "Jake sent me here," she finally said, "I'm under the impression you know what it is I'm supposed to be leaving here with." She topped it off with a nervous laugh, wondering if Judy was used to strange women walking in clueless like this. "Oh!" The woman's eyes brightened and she came around from the counter to stand in front of her. "So you're Debbie! He's mentioned you a lot. Especially lately!" The last piece seemed to be added on in a moment of second thought, and was followed easily by a sly grin, as she turned to walk away. Quickly Debbie followed, wondering what exactly had already been said about her, but she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. "I mean, he hasn't said a whole lot about you, only that you two had been on real friendly terms up until now. He's had his eye on you for quite a while now." She stopped at the back wall, and Debbie could see that there was another room behind this one that probably served as a stock room. "You wait right here, I'll be right back with Jake's order." The woman disappeared past the doorway and very quickly returned with a rather large box in her hands, and another woman following behind her. "Sophia's gonna watch the store while I help you into this and make sure it's the right size." Judy edged past her and led the way across the room to a large dressing room, and motioned Debbie inside. She still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, and was still a little nervous, but it was soon forgotten when she stepped inside the room. It was done up in cream colors, and a very deep burgundy color trimmed the walls, and colored the door. She'd never seen such a nice dressing room before. There was a vase full of fresh flowers on a small table, and beside that, a cream colored cushion lined the wall. She hardly had time to sit though, as Judy pointed out the very next minute. "If you'll just slip out of your clothes, I'll get this unwrapped for you." It took a moment for it to sink it – that she actually wanted Debbie to undress in front of her. Judy glanced up from the box, seeing Debbie still completely dressed, and looked confused for a second or two. "Is it a problem, getting undressed in front of me? You know, it'd be awfully difficult to get this thing laced up by yourself." "Umm, no, I guess not." She reluctantly pulled the clothing off, little by little, until she was standing there in nothing but her bra and panties. "Is this ok? I still don't know what it is you have in that box!" Judy laughed softly. "I guess I hadn't taken that into consideration. You can leave the underwear on, but you'll have to take the bra off." Without missing a beat, she stepped forward and began to unhook the bra from Debbie's shoulders, leaving her bare-breasted, and just a little embarrassed. She was still trying to turn this over in her head, make some sort of sense of it. "I guess if she doesn't mind being in the room with a naked woman, I don't mind either," she thought, and she felt herself slowly relaxing into the unusual situation. But the next minute, Judy pulled from the box the most beautiful piece of clothing she'd ever seen, and any discomfort that might have remained quickly dissolved. The 'Hook and Eye' closures glinted in the overhead light, and the dark red trim was just icing on the cake. She slowly studied it, finding it hard to believe that this thing actually belonged to her. "May I hold it?" Even as she asked her hands were snaking out to grasp the material in her fingertips, rubbing the softness back and forth between her thumb and forefinger before she turned it around, studying the two rows of eyelets in the back. It was almost completely black, but had deep red trim all around it, and a small patch on the belly of it was a deep red silk as well. She ran her fingers over the tiny red bows above the breasts softly, and smiled. Quickly she glanced up at Judy and caught a grin from her also. "I'm guessing you haven't had a corset before?" "No. Never. I don't think I've ever even seen one so close!" "Well then! Let's get this one put on you then, shall we?" Debbie nodded, and quickly handed the corset back to Judy. She wouldn't even have any idea of where to start to get that thing on her! It looked impossibly small to her. Judy unhooked the eyelets in front, then motioned for Debbie to turn around. She slid the material over her shoulders, spun her around, and quickly snapped the closures back in place. It seemed to Debbie that there must have been a hundred of them, and she didn't know how she had done them all up so fast. "Now, turn around and hold on to the door there." The door was a saloon-type, that left a definite gap between the door and the rest of the door frame, but still latched, and locked in place. It was just about the right height for Debbie to hold onto the top and be able to brace herself as Judy pulled, pinched, and folded her into the stiff garment. Little by little the air left Debbie's lungs, and she held back a giggle at the awkwardness of it. Ten minutes later, Debbie had a very slim waist, no breath, and a very pleased Judy on her hands. "There! That ought to do it!" Debbie turned and slowly looked herself over in the full length mirror against the wall. The hourglass shape she now possessed didn't seem to fit the body she'd known for so long! She couldn't stop grinning at herself, even as Judy tugged on her this way and that, situating her body deeper into the strict confines of the whalebone. 'Of course, she'd never again be able to sit (or speak audibly for that matter) again, but it was a small price to pay', she mused. All too soon though, she felt the laces loosening, and Judy was lifting it over her head. She tried not to show her disappointment at having it removed, but evidently, it was a futile attempt. "Don't look so down! I can assure you he'll have you wear this much more often! But for now, you don't really have anything acceptable to wear with it now do you?" She looked down at her faded blue jeans thrown on the cushion and had to nod her head in agreement. "I guess you're right." "Besides, you have at least one more stop to make yet." Judy had that gleam in her eye again, and she quickly handed over a plain envelope. "Now I'm under strict orders that you are not to open that until you are fully clothed again, and out the door." Debbie hurriedly got dressed, and when she had packed the box into the trunk and was sitting behind the wheel again, she anxiously peeled the envelope open. What she found was yet another hand-written note. I hope you liked the corset I chose for you, there's plenty more that will come in time, but for now, I want you to make another stop for me. This one might be a bit more difficult to find. There is a place across town that sells 'toys', and I need you to pick something up for me. The place is 'Wicked Sensations', and you'll want to talk to Rick. This one will be a bit more ... trying. Call me when you're through! Rough Rider Ch. 5 The 7-11 across the street provided a quiet breather while she ran everything that had happened in the last few days through her mind. Well, it provided a soda pop and a pack of Camels, anyway, which she stuffed in her purse unopened, along with a sheet of paper with the address and directions to the place. The phone book had provided the address; the store clerk had been so kind as to tell her how to get there, shooting her a disgustingly sly glance when he realized where it was she was headed. For a long time she sat in the car, the door opened, and the radio turned down low while she slowly drank the Pepsi. She absently pulled the Camels from her purse and beat them on the palm of her upturned hand, then pulled the silvery wrapping from the top. It was one of the few bad habits she had yet to break completely. She only smoked from time to time, but often when she bought a pack, she couldn't help but finish them off completely before discarding the habit for a month or two, then she was right back off the wagon with them. She pulled the first one out, flipped it upside down, then pulled the second one out and lit it. That habit was one that had started when she was young, and had only started smoking because it was so 'cool' at the time. It was childish, turning over a Lucky Smoke, but it was kind of comforting holding on to that last comfort from her younger days. She pulled off a long slow drag, and then let it out slowly, smiling a little as she did so. That first puff always felt so damn good! She sat there a while longer, one leg hanging out of the open car door, one hand planted firmly on the steering wheel – why, she didn't know, and the other clutching tightly to the cigarette. Two cigarettes later, and three quarters of a soda, she closed the door, buckled up, and pulled from the parking lot, glancing once at the directions on the small slip of paper on the seat beside her. When she finally pulled into the store parking lot she was frazzled, and more than a little shaken. She hadn't realized how terrible it could be, battling downtown traffic this time of day. She rummaged through her purse before she found the breath mint she was looking for, then reluctantly stepped from the familiar territory of her car, and headed for the door. She was very surprised, when she stepped inside, to find the place so cheerful and upbeat – looking. She didn't know quite what she had expected, but this was definitely not it! The clerk – a blonde woman who looked much too young to be working in a place like this – offered a cheerful 'Hello', and a 'I'll be right with you' before turning back to the customer in front of her. The first half of the shop seemed to be devoted to more intimate things, lotions, oils, books; and it seemed it got a little more risqué the farther one got from the front door. Beyond the first few shelves she could see dildos and vibrators, and a few rows farther sported leather and latex. Even farther than that, against the wall, chains and things she couldn't even pretend to know what to do with! It's not that she had a problem being in a place like this – of course it was completely natural for one to enjoy sex; she just wasn't so sure about all the leather and cuffs she could see dangling from hooks against the wall! They seemed to have a huge selection of things, and she was curious why she hadn't stumbled across this place before. But the cute blonde heading toward her quickly interrupted her thoughts. "Sorry about that, is there something I can help you with?" She seemed very sweet and girl-next-door, but Debbie found herself betting that the girl could hold her own with any of these toys! After all, how could you work in a place like this and not be familiar with it? "Well, I sure hope so! I'm supposed to be looking for a man named Rick…" She let the sentence trail off as she looked around, realizing for the first time that she hadn't seen anyone that might be a 'Rick'. "Oh, well, you just missed him. He stepped out a moment ago. He should be back soon, if you'd like to wait for him?" Debbie nodded quickly, and turned to better examine all that lay before her. She quickly made her way to the back wall, and was in the middle of examining the long soft tails of a particularly heavy flogger when she was startled by a hand on her shoulder. "I heard you were looking for me, can I help you?" The voice was soft, but undeniably masculine, and she turned slowly to stare up into a pair of jet black eyes. A small shiver went through her as she watched him, then tried in vain to find her voice. "I…," her voice quietly gave out, and she coughed, trying to clear her throat, then began again. "Are you Rick?" The man nodded silently, and a hint of a smile crossed his lips, but it was gone a second later, and she wondered if she'd even seen it at all. "I was supposed to talk to you. But I don't know what about." She laughed nervously, then hurried in a jumbled rush. "Jake sent me!" He nodded again – if one could call it that, rather his head dipped once, then he turned with a quiet 'Follow me, please,' and walked quickly back toward the counter. "Marie, this nice woman here belongs with Jake, would you get his order from the back?" At 'this woman' Rick had half turned to gesture toward her, yet his eyes had never rested on her; speaking of her, but never acknowledging her, and it left her feeling more than a little awkward. She grasped her hands behind her back, not quite knowing what else to do with them. But the situation had advanced – Marie had smiled a soft, almost envious smile before walking quickly and quietly to the back of the store, and disappeared behind the curtain. She was left with this rather large – more than a little handsome man as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, nervously keeping track of the time it took Marie to return with Jake's "order". "Quit fidgeting, you look ridiculous." His voice startled her out of her thoughts, and she quickly corrected her posture, pulling her shoulders back and trying to stand still, not knowing even at the moment why she listened to this gruff unyielding man. "Here it is!" Marie's sweet voice rang out from across the room. She walked quickly toward the duo by the counter, and slid the small square box across the tile. Rick caught it smoothly before turning, and offering it to Debbie. "You're not to open this until tonight, is that clear?" His voice was still just as menacing as before, but his eyes had shifted the tiniest bit, and Debbie thought she caught a hint of kindness in them. She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving his, and for a moment he really did smile at her. "Good. Now get, or you'll be late making that phone call." With that, he turned back to the counter, dismissing her just as easily as Jake had done so a night earlier. In long anxious steps, she hurried from the building, grateful for the burst of cool air as she opened the door, and almost ran to her car. It had been suffocating in that place! Standing next to that man – what was his problem anyway? For a long time she sat in the still car, thankful for the chance to let her heart slow down to a normal pace again, then she slowly brought a fresh cigarette to her lips, lit it, and took a long relaxing drag from it. 'What a relief to be out of there!' she thought to herself again. The box lay, unopened on the seat beside her, and she glanced at it, willing herself not to give in to temptation and open it. She hated this! Hated knowing it was there, and it was for her, and she just wasn't supposed to see it yet. The suspense was terrible, but she managed to push it to the back of her mind, and instead, picked up the cell phone, and punched in Jakes number on the keypad. That smooth Southern voice always brought a smile to her lips, and she talked easily with him about her day, and about how thrilled she was with the corset. Of course it inevitably got around to her most recent stop, and Debbie had to confess how uneasy Rick had made her feel. Jake immediately let out a hearty chuckle that only made her smile brighter – she loved it when he laughed like that. "I see he hasn't changed much. He's always been a little … shall we say – menacing at times. Don't let him scare you, though, he just seems to take this a little too seriously in my opinion." Of course she was tempted to ask what "this" was that he was referring to, but thought better of it and only gave a soft sound of understanding. But he went on quickly, and she didn't have to worry about it anyway. "Anyway, you'd better get home, I think there might be something waiting for you, and I'd hate for us to be late tonight. Do you think you can get away for a few hours this evening? I promise not to have you out as late this time." She smiled at the memory of their time together last night, and nodded her head slowly. "Yes, I think that should be alright, assuming it's late enough… what time did you have in mind?" "We have reservations for around 8:30, it should work out perfectly with your schedule, and I promise you'll enjoy yourself." She grinned a little at that, knowing full well that he was right, and that she would love any amount of time she got to spend with Jake. "Get home, like I said, there should be something waiting for you there. Call me after dinner." And with that he was gone. She quickly slapped the phone shut with her palm, and immediately started the car and pulled out. She was home in just under twenty minutes, and just like he'd promised, there was a long rectangular box propped against the door. By the time she got inside she was literally bursting with curiosity and excitement, and she almost tripped over her own feet getting to the telephone to call Trina. She loved their gossip sessions, and the fact that she could tell her anything in the world. The laughed and teased back and forth for a long while as Debbie told her about her day, and straightened up the house. She'd left in such a rush this morning she hadn't done a thing to clean, and now the kids would be home soon. They weren't quite old enough to ride the bus to school yet, but the woman across the street would be dropping them off any minute now - they traded the responsibility of getting the 4 kids to school during the year – and she didn't want them to come into a messy house when she was supposed to have had the day off today! She was actually thankful when dinnertime rolled around, because it meant she could escape into the kitchen alone with her thoughts and excitement for a while. She was dying to open the boxes and see what it was he had had her running all over Creation to get, and she wondered where it was they were going to go, also. The kid's evening ritual all but flew by, and she finished their bedtime story with a smile. Quietly, she kissed her babies' heads and closed the door, thoughts of Jake heavily on her mind. Not more than twenty seconds later she had the door to her bedroom closed and locked, and the phone from the bedside table was in her hand, her thumb punching in the numbers as quickly as she could. That thick melodious voice greeted her and she smiled as she bent down to retrieve the packages she had hid under the bed. She was sure this was going to be an interesting night.