The first thing I noticed was the red pickup truck sitting there. Carmine's? It had to be. Carmine with a pickup truck. Funny thing was that I could a...most remember a time when Carmine had talked about owning a truck. Was that a memory? I believed it was. I turned off the ignition, got my purse and jacket and sat there in my car, trying to get up the courage to go inside.For the first time, I realized that I hadn't thought to fix anything ahead of time for dinner. Should I have stopped for. I had the anal plug wrapped in a cloth in my purse. Despite the weather the parking lot was crowded, but I managed to find a spot not too far from the entrance so I wouldnt get soaked. I do have an umbrella but given, my assignment, I didnt want to have to be thinking about keeping track of too many things. As I went in I grabbed a cart, so I would have something to hold on to. I wandered up and down the aisles for a while, I wanted to find the rope on my own without having to ask someone. But. “It was all good stuff, believe me! Any friend of Dan and Karen’s is a friend of mine,” Cindy beamed.“What can I get you Wendy?” Cindy asked, already knowing Dan’s order.“I’ll have a large double, double.”“The same as Dan,” she smiled.“Anything else?” Wendy eyed this young beauty that looked tempting even to her.“Another time perhaps,” Wendy grinned.“Anything else I can interest you in Dan?” Cindy suggested.“Another time perhaps,” he grinned as he paid for the coffees. Wendy saw Cindy smile at. My teeth chattered like castanets. I grimaced. I didn’t have much choice. I pulled off the gloves, and slipped my hands up under my shirt, wincing in anticipation as I laid them both against my bare belly. The shock wracked me, and a convulsive shiver shot through my body. But after a few seconds, my hands began to warm. I stuffed them back in my purse to find my keys.My keys.With a slow, surreal swell of horror, I realized I’d slipped them into my satchel. The satchel that I’d left at Peter’s.