They met at the sweet shop. No parental checking, just "Oh, that's nice, be back for tea" from both mothers (the fathers long gone to work – in the ...ity and in the factory, which is which doesn't matter. Fathers were distant relations who only made a showing at Christmas, the annual holiday,, and of course the terrifying parents' evening). Mark was determined to make this special, he splashed out on a Turkish Delight – the ultimate in sophistication for an 11 year old – as well as foam bananas. Today it was a soft white tank top and cotton panties...both are now folded neatly and placed inside the chest in the corner that holds all my worldy possessions...the ones Mistress Chelsea allows me to keep.I sit on the floor and wait. She doesn't always come in right away. She will usually kick off her shoes, pour a glass of wine, maybe watch a little tv, She always changes in her bedroom first though. I always know what I am in for when she comes in based on what she is wearing. And I. ” Her text read. So, I helped myself in. And I called out for her. “Jessica, I forgot my keys. Where did you put them?” I asked. “There in the bathroom. I had to pee and I forgot them in there.” She called from her bedroom. I walked in the direction her bedroom was in and I heard the shower running. I knocked, making sure she didn't sneak into the bathroom in the time it took me to walk up stairs. No answer. “I'm coming in.” I slowly opened the door and the room was full of steam. “Someone. You break out some things for the bathroom. I show you the facilities, then you excuse yourself to get ready for bed, though it isn’t that late. You’ve been driving for a very long time. As you are preparing for bed, I slip into the bedroom to put on my sweats and grab a blanket for the couch, where I will be sleeping. I stop and look at the bed that I normally sleep in and think about you laying in it. I sit at the edge in my night shirt, holding my sweatpants, and imagine you wrapped in the.