I returned Carl Weathers to her box and said “Maybe you can sell that one in the slightly used category,” I told her.“Why, you can have Carl Wea...hers, Reba. I insist,” she smiled. “I am so sorry if we stayed late. We lost track of time, we were supposed to leave an hour ago,” she assured me.“You were supposed to never be over at my house again but that didn’t work out either,” I quipped at her.She checked her cell phone and said “Uh-oh, Duray is angry,” she told Cheyenne.“How mad?” Cheyenne. The workmanship of the icon was outstanding, and Matthew, who admired the ability of the long dead Caldi sat under the tent trying to divine the reason for the icon. Clearly it was a woman, tall and beautiful, well proportioned with long black hair. The colors so long ago applied to the icon still brightly defining the woman. Blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, a short wrap skirt and tunic combination covered her, yet the artist had allowed some of her charms to be revealed. "Matt!" He heard. Heart pumping, pulse racing and mind giddy with naughty sexual desires, I walked, light of foot and slightly wavering, back towards the shop, each step taking me closer into my fantasy, I was going to do it, I was up for it, I was going to show myself and spread-em wide. I was now there, standing outside, my body shaking with my hand on the door, deep intake of breath and I pushed. Nothing happened, it was locked, it was closed, it was the fucking weekend, how stupid was I. I lay in bed later. He plays w my clit, I bite my lip. He lets out a smug smirk. Our waiter returns with our food. My daddy links his finger, then winks at me. I giggle. We’re still very much on Mars, and order an appetizer and a dessert. We laugh at our stoner selves. We finally leave, we see a flyer saying a concert will be held tonight. We figure out where the venue is, and decide to place a reminder on his phone to head over when it plays. I ask him “what do we do til then, daddy” he smacks my ass, then kisses.