I will believe, I must believe, that my Master will return for me, that somewhere, sometime, someone will come to my rescue.Each minute is an hour as ... wait, naked and alone. I feel the air grow warmer as the afternoon sun passes overhead, but the heat bathing my face offers no comfort. In my blackness, I see only tail lights - the pickup truck receding from view, withdrawing from my life. So many years ago, and so fresh.I become inured against the weight of the hours that pass. I cry, wetting. I eased the hand off my arm, lifted the covers and slid out. Brrr! I reached over to the chair and grabbed my thick, comfy robe, last year's Christmas present from Mom and Dad, then shoved my feet into my Tigger slippers, Tiff's present. She's not a total asshole. And I've liked Tigger since forever.Susie scrunched up a bit, pulling her arms into her stomach and moved a bit over to where I'd been lying moments before. She also made some noise, which I interpreted to be grumbling. I briefly. ’ ‘Molly, did you notice the guys? They would eyeball you girls and then look at me. I could read their minds, ‘how does that guy manage two luscious babes’,’ I added. ‘I was tempted to say ‘eat your heart out, guys. They’re all mine.” ‘And the women were probably wondering how you kept us satisfied,’ Molly added. We had an nice dinner and decided to stroll along the beach. It was a beautiful evening. We walked arm in arm, three people in love. We sat in the wet sand and let the waves roll. She smiled and pointed to the bedroom across the hall. I dropped the k** off and by then she had shut her door. Over the next few weeks when ever I was over I would wait for her to go up to bed and then try to time it to go to the bathroom to catch a glimpse of her undressing. Because of the way the stairs and the solid railing was, as soon as I could see her door I was fully exposed so I had to keep moving or else be caught. Over the next few weeks while I mostly didn't get the timing right,.