Let's get this fucking over with." She pulled hard on the parking brake, and twisted her keys in the ignition, angrily yanking them out and shoving th...m in her little black designer purse. She slammed the car door as she walked sullenly to the house, flinging the front door open as she stormed inside."Sarah, honey?"Sarah closed her eyes, shaking her head as she heard her mother's voice echoing through the house, floating towards her through the main foyer. "You're home early ... is everything. Since the person with number 1couldn't swap, they were given a chance to swap for whatever they wantedat the end of the night. So it is plain that #1 was the only person tobe guaranteed to go away with what they wanted. The real fun was in thegood natured ribbing that came with the unusual presents that inevitablymade there way into the pile. There was even a sort of competition ofdry humor used to denigrate the quality of all the gifts, especiallythose you traded for.So far this evening. After cleaning herself she became aware that she didn't have any other clothes and she just couldn't put the day old panties back on. She could, however put her bra and other clothes on until she could retrieve other clothes from her soon-to-be former home.After toweling herself dry she twisted her hair up in the towel like a turban and walked back into the bedroom to dress. Only a few steps into the room she saw Jeffrey and froze. He was placing a tray on the dresser and turned to see her. She was still dressed in her warm, comfy pyjamas so there wasn’t even the low hurdle of restrictive clothing, just a standing invitation. And what was more insulting than rejecting a friendly invitation?Mary allowed her fingers to slip under the fabric, overcoming the slight resistance of the pants pressed against her stomach before they dived head first into adventure. She always loved these first seconds the most, when her brain was still trying to catch up with the touches her body was.