It was hot outside and he asked her if he could have a glass of cold water. She was sitting down on the couch when he asked. She told him that she had...some fresh lemonade in the fridge and to get him a glass and to bring her a glass also. He went into the kitchen, he'd been there enough to know where everything was located and poured two glasses. Taking a small vile of the liquid he'd gotten he poured it into hers and carried them back out handing her the d**gged one.As she drank he watched her. The shower was behind the door to my right so I went to the door to the left. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my shoes sat on the floor. Still no panties. My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped it up and smoothed it with my hands and it looked remarkedly decent. I slung my bag over my arm, picked up my shoes and tip-toed towards the front door. Just before I turned the handle I heard the clank of. As we ate tea, her still in only her sexy underwear, we decided to write out our notice to quit the flat and drop it into the letting agent's office the following morning and then we began packing all our stuff,"Let's go down and say goodbye to Sid" I suggested, so I changed into Jeans and tee shirt whilst watching Cassie step into a denim mini skirt and a tee shirt that matched her bright blue eyes,"Still keeping the stockings on are you?"With that dirty laugh of hers, she pulled the skirt up,. I mumbled under my breath that you’d look sexier if you don’t wear them hoping that she wouldn’t hear that. But to my bad luck (or luck maybe?) she heard it and turned around and asked me in a playful tone ” What was that I heard?” I said nothing and she insisted that she hear what I said again. I replied “You’d look sexier if you don’t wear them” and smiled at her. She came and sat opposite to me and asked me how was I that sure. I replied her that for someone should have worthy stuffs to hide.