Washing my feet on my back porch, I entered my small house, not even bothering with the lights; it's not like I needed them.After removing the dress a...d hanging it with care in my closet, I grabbed my duffle bag and shoved in a couple pairs of jeans, some shirts, socks and panties, and a thermal undershirt, just in case.As I packed, my mind was in turmoil. My evening had started out great, everything playing out as perfectly as I'd hoped, leading up to what was supposed to be a very nice night.. I finally got him to sleep and shortly after the parents came home. They were not your typical couple because the husband was a lot older than the wife. The wife was only a couple of years older than me and the husband must have been close to forty.I had dozed off just before they came in the door and was a little disoriented when they came into the living room. My shoes and socks were under the sofa and my skirt must have been up around my tummy because I saw the husband scoping out my goodies. My skirt, also maroon, was short but I hitched it up as much as I could. Still, I hoped you'd still like me even in my minging school uniform.When you answered the door we both smiled. "Hi, Stace." Hi, Mr. Greenbourne, mum's sent me round to pick up a package." Sure, I'll go and get it," you said, and went back into the house. Unsure what to do I took a chance; I was feeling so desperate for you again. I stepped inside and closed the front door behind me. "Here we are," you said, your voice. The parts for the spit had been in the beater, and I had brought them with us along with the binoculars. I also laid out a fire ring of stones that I had gathered and laid a fire inside of it, but didn’t light it at this time.Astronomical Twilight wouldn’t be until about 9:30. The moon would set shortly after 11:00 tonight, but it wouldn’t provide a lot of light, as it was only four days past the new moon. I would need to depend on my other senses in addition to my visual senses for the hunt..