They looked like eight year olds holding hands and skipping along the sidewalk, frozen in mid skip. She was in a wide skirt with many ruffled layers u...der it. They didn’t know yet where they were headed, but I saw what the show had arranged. About a block from the couple was an aged, small, horse drawn carriage for them. It was a weather worn brown, yet reminded me of Cinderella’s pumpkin coach. The rest of the details about confusion, hope, anger etc., are in the story. Each of those images. ” Tegan explained.“Ok.” Jennifer shrugged, finishing her drink and leading Tegan back to the bar for a refresh.“Ok?” Tegan queried.“Ok, so those guys probably think we’re freaks coming to a sex resort with our ‘Daddy’ or whatever? Who cares what they think?” Jennifer said dismissively.“I was more thinking about the fact that this mixer is probably just a pretence for people to get laid.”“Aren’t most parties?” Jennifer observed.“You’re fine with that? Because Jake probably assumes you are.”“Oh I. I'll bet Derek (her husband) would like to see you come home all gussied up."Carrie whispered, "Steve, that's too much."I muted the phone, "Carrie, you deserve the best and tomorrow night, the best is what you are going to get."I turned the mute off and said to Elaine, "So, how 'bout it?"Elaine said, "I'd love to. When is she coming?" Tomorrow afternoon. She'll be up about noon." That will work out fine. Am I going to see you too?" Not this time, Elaine. I'm going golfing with the fellas. Was someone there? Oh my God. What if someone is just standing there, watching me? She agonized over whether to call out.Then she felt a thrill at the idea of making herself come for an unseen stranger; just like her kid sister did; streaming online in her bedroom!The steps came closer, soon she would know if pleasure or humiliation was on its way and footsteps stopped in front of her. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”She breathed a sigh of relief, it was him and not a stranger. “Not.