The last thing I needed wasto waste valuable dressing up time, but I sensed that I needed to dealwith the contents of Mr Smith's gift before I went to...my mother'slingerie drawer. I tore off the festive gift wrapping to reveal a plaincardboard box. An envelope was attached to the top of the box with "Readthis first" written on it. I grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. Itcontained a hand written letter.Dear Jeremy (or whatever you like to be called).A couple of weeks ago I called round your. He injected me withsomething that made me pass out. I don't know how long I was asleep for,but I woke up in a comfortable bed, strapped down, with my chest coveredand bandaged. My breasts felt heavier for some reason, then it hit mewhat my gift had been, breast implants, what every girl wants for herbirthday, or so magazines and doctors tell them.I was there for at least three days, I think. Without a watch orcalendar, I couldn't mark the passage of time, I was fed and taken to thebathroom. I. "Thank fuck for makeup," she whispered to herself.She dried her hair as best she could with the hairdryer but it was stilldamp when she brushed it out. She put on her makeup and went searchingfor clothes to wear.Penelope opened her lingerie drawer and saw that she had only one pair ofclean panties, big white nylon granny-panties but they would have to do.She snagged the pantyhose off the headboard and the bra from the pile ofclothing in the corner. It was then that she noticed that her. I might mention here he has the most gorgeous smile, a smile that makes his eyes sparkle. Arms that hold me and just make snuggle closer. I guess I fell head over heels. All instincts told me… Don’t go there, girl. Just fall in lust.I tried to treat him as a friend with benefits, a fuck buddy. I didn’t want a partner, I just wanted someone to have fun with, then say goodnight. No emotion fucking with my brain. I’d managed to duck Cupid's little arrows in the past. This time he aimed.