She looked at her brother. "You come with me. You were slow getting up this morning."Randy perked up. It was fun being with Mal too. She was very ener...etic, and he already knew what she liked him to do."Sure," he said.Bob mused as he watched the two enter the camper. He wasn't sure what was going on. Ostensibly, Sam had taken his talk to heart, and was going to avoid compromising her safety. He felt an ache in his balls, which seemed to be unhappy with that choice. Mal? He wasn't so sure about. That meant that I was up before five. I was not going to get anyone else up, but Christine has her own mind and Francine lives on caffeine. I wrote a note for Maria, saying someone (Elspeth) would be over about ten o'clock to get her fitted for the wedding. Christine and I donned our corsets and the three of us went to the Waffle House.Francine made me nervous. The evening before she was unusually quiet, but surly when she spoke. During playtime with Maria, she had played submissive, which did. The timer finally went off and Sasha inspected several rods byundoing them, pulling out the hair, and inspecting the curl. Not yetsatisfied she said 20 more minutes and then your new curls should beperfect.Twenty minutes passed and Sasha came over, lifted the hood on the dryerand with help from Tiffany lowered me into the shampoo sink again. 15minutes of rinsing later my rods were towel blotted and the neutralizerwas applied. It had a sweet smell and was a welcomed change from theperm solution. She wanted adventure. She wantedsex. She had remained faithful to Michael, but their sex life was non-existent so she had her fantasies and masturbated a lot. It wasn't that she was ugly. In fact she was stunning, long blond hair, blue eyes and a models figured. It was just Michael didn't seem interested in her anymore. Probably, because he was having an affair for 3 years, hence the divorce. Thank goodness there were no kids involved. So now here she was just cruising the country roads.