Evidently the bathing suit I had wasn'ttheirs.I recall her raising an eyebrow when I told her that it wasn't mine.Taking the bag, she took it out and ...ike me, she was also surprised.My older sister, April, shouted out, "That's mine." It turned out to bethat it was her previous one that she had outgrown. My grandma suggestedthat we take a look in the car in case mine was in there but I was surethat everyone knew, herself included, that a big mistake had been made.Sure enough, after five minutes. As I walk out of the kitchen I see my slave digging through her handbag trying to find her cell phone, with her ass poking up in the air I just watch my slave searching the continents of her handbag. I figured I had given her enough time to find her cell phone and I had made my presence known, "Ahem."The slave quickly stopped and turn to face me; she noticed that I was holding two cups of steaming coffee. I walked over to my slave and handed her a cup, she didn't reply this time, though, she. " I gave Wifey my best ingratiating smile while my eyes swivelled toward our neighbour. She’d taken her smartphone from her bag and a finger was sliding across the screen. "The party begins at Boogies,” she said, “and I'm sending you the address now. A nine o'clock reservation for drinks and dinner, and afterwards we'll see where the fun takes us. What's your phone number, Dan?" she asked, not even looking at me. I gave it to her and seconds later the WhatsApp notification appeared on my screen. His olive skin and black curly hair caused her to moisten almost immediately. He reminded her very much of a boy she knew in high school. A boy that she almost let go too far one night at the local drive-in. She had always wondered how different her life might have been if she hadn’t slapped his face and ran away that sweaty summer night.With trembling hands, she began to type.After exchanging several messages with him, she made arrangements for them to met for dinner one evening at a local.