“I like being a good girl.”Sun shook her head. “I’m bored. Want to go to the mall?”I glanced at the clock. “I have to start dinner in an h...ur.”“You’re cooking, too? Geez, is your dad that helpless?”“I like cooking.”“Fine, but let’s do something. I’m soooo bored.”We ended up talking about boys on my bed and looking at magazines. She had the latest issue of Teen, and we did the quiz about which type of boy we liked. Then we giggled over the results. And the entire time, my pussy was on fire from. "And as much as the two of us were both willing to take over party, wewere almost overwhelmed by the job. After about an hour and a half ofplanning, Jenny raised the white flag. "Can we stop grandma? I think wehave everything. I am beat, and I am worried that if we think throughany more of this, we will mess something up." A little too much for you, young lady? Wait until next week when wefinalize everything for the wedding," Mary said. Jenny looked at me interror. Out the corner of my. Somehow though I believe he likes a little feisty spirit. He will have to chain me down to submit entirely. We enter the room, and I give a small gasp. On the dressing table is a black leather box with a cream card on top. My name is printed elegantly on the card. I await permission before opening it to find a list of instructions, as Brad opens a bottle of wine and pours us each a glass. I look up to him, cheeks having paled somewhat as my gusset moistens. He hands me a glass, which I receive. The five of us stand to watch while two of the club members finish a match on the special mats they have. I try not to laugh at the way the two men look in their safety gear with cords running out of their suit backs. The staff member tells me the suits they’re wearing have sensors in them to feed the information on contacts back to the umpire to assess when they score a point. This is literally a case of touché where a single touch with the sword scores a hit to win the point for that bout in.