Stephanie told me that I wouldn’t have to wait until a party to do that. She told me that her parents would be gone for a few hours Sunday afternoon...if I wanted to come over. I sure did.That Sunday when I arrived at Stephanie’s house her parents were still there. They both teased us about making such a cute couple and that with our beauty and brains that our children would be geniuses. Stephanie’s mother kissed her goodbye and told her not to do anything that she wouldn’t do. So for a few. The second suitcase opened freely and contained a man’s clothes. I was hoping it was the guy I left in the chair since he wouldn’t need it anymore. A set of wool sweaters made the most sense. I folded one, crawled back into the hovel and placed it under Dorothy’s head. I left the other for me. I crawled back out and examined the rest of the clothes. Nothing of great value jumped out at me. Pants and shirts that wouldn’t work as blankets. Underwear I preferred to leave alone. The socks might. ..whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four. He hinted that their were at least several levels beyond what we were currently reaching, but I found it hard to imagine.The advantage of the jump to Meadow was that I got to wear blue jeans and sweaters the entire time I was there. We didn't even dress up for Christmas dinner, which was surprising to me. I had thought that this dinner would be even bigger than the Thanksgiving one, but it turned out to be more of a family-only event than Thanksgiving was for them. Not that it was a small.