“Hungry?” he asked.
“No. But I could use something to drink.”
“Sure.”
The two walked arm in arm to the house as they watched Cissy speed off in her truck; she was headed toward town.
***
By the time Cissy pulled up to Garth’s bungalow on the outskirts of town she was so anxious that her stomach felt as if she’d just attended a chili cook-off. Had she stirred the pot enough, or too much? she wondered. This could get pretty dicey, given his mood, the day he might have had, and who knows—the stars and planets for that matter. She stared up—looked like a good night, but it was too cloudy to predict what the stars were doing. She hoped it would be a good night for a little spanking and a lot of rough s*x!
Seeing the living room lights through the front window, she knew Garth was home; tho
