That made it so hard for me not to stroke myself all night, that I had to use a double dose of sleeping pills at 8pm to make sure that I went to sleep...without touching anything.Saturday rolled around and I made an excuse to be gone all day. My college buddies made that easy, especially since they were also my distraction. Waking up at noon, I went immediately to my buddy's dorm and played several hours of Call of Duty and flirted with his girlfriend, something he hated so much it made him play. Pretty makeup for a pretty girl. Now, we can gather it allup and put it in your pretty little makeup bag. What do you think youneed now sissy girl?Caller: Perfume Miss Megan?Megan: Great idea sissy! Perfume! Yes, let's spray some on your littlesissy wrists and behind your knees. And now a little perfume at the topof your pretty pink bra. Mistress will give you an adorable littleshiny pink purse with a thin strap to carry too. You will put it onyour shoulder and carry your purse like a good. As soon as he heard the door open, the footsteps sounded lighter. They had lost their boom and almost seemed soft and agile. This lessened his fear a little, but he his situation wasn’t any better with a person that had a lighter step. He still didn’t know the intentions of the person that he couldn’t see in front of him, or even where he was or when it was. After a few grueling seconds of the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer, the sound finally stopped once it reached him. Simon. As I continued my opening the house procedures, I wondered if Jessica and her father were up so early to go somewhere. But when I opened the front door (I had installed a screen door by then, by the way), I saw that his van was not there.I returned to my window chore with more and more thought to Jessica's light being on so early. Too curious to finish, I decided to kill all the lights in the house and wait to see if she would appear. Maybe they had both left and she had just forgotten to turn.