To get home.All over-whelming.Finally, the workday was at an end.The drive home just another delay.As expected for this evening, blessedly her family ...ould be out of the house granting her the needed time for sensual seductions of self.Yet a worry.A nervous bite of her lower lip.Would her owner be online?She could try to find another playmate, but it was her owner’s attention that she truly craved.A quick scan of her notifications.Ah!There it was.Her Mistress’s message. ADarkAngel: “Dress code. (They caper mischivously off the stage).(Enter JACK FROST, SNOWMAN, DAVID and NICK),JACK FROST:So that's where Santa Claus's Goodwill Spirit has been going! (He sniffsthe airaround the cauldron). Phew! I wouldn't like any of that for my supper. Now wehave found the robbers and must warn Santa Claus.SNOWMAN:Let us take the cauldron with us and destroy it. Come along, boys - thisis ajob for you.(DAVID and NICK seize the cauldron and they all hurry off stage. Lightsare. Even her sister (my bestie) doesn't know. But, we've talked about it a few times cuz I'm bisexual and she had questions. She's cute, but I've been telling myself she was off limits out of respect for my friend. I had a little to drink and she showed up at the party and we danced a bit. Next thing I knew we were in the bathroom and I had her shorts off. It all happened so fast! I've kissed a few girls but it's never gone this far. I have to say, I fucking luvvvved eating her out!"Oh, oh I didn't. I don’t want to wet myself. This stupid ankle of mine…” “Of course.” She sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side. When her feet touched the floor, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left cheek started to twitch. I came closer, offering my hand to help her up. The palm of her small hand felt like silk, somehow inhumanly soft. Slowly, she got up, putting all her weight on her right leg. Trying to keep her left foot off the floor, she swayed, then grabbed my shoulder for support. I slid.