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Chapter Five
"I'm going to go now."
Ann's voice, close to my ear, broke my sleep.
"I am guessing you are going to need to get busy soon as well"
My eyes snapped open and saw Ann, cleaned and dressed, crouched by the side of the bed.
What time was it? I looked at the bedside clock and saw it was 1:50 in the afternoon. In ten minutes I was supposed to be at the school picking up one of my daughters. That left me about two minutes to dress.
"I have business to attend to, but I expect to see you again. I took the liberty of jotting down your home and cell numbers, but I understand you might desire some discretion for the time being, so you may want to call me instead of waiting for my call."
Ann handed me her business card.
"I wrote my cell and hotel room numbers on the back. If you can't call this evening, then call me tomorrow after you drop off the girls. You are going to need to start planning a schedule and some excuses as I will want to see you tomorrow night."
Ann leaned in.
"You were delicious, my pet. So long for now" she said, before leaning in to give me a warm, soft good-bye kiss.
Ann knelt back up, picked up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, strode toward the bedroom door. She gave her head one final turn and her gaze met mine. She gave me a wink, accompanied with a broad smile as she turned into the hallway.
I scrambled up and went to the master bathroom. I was a mess, but only had time to make one or two swipes with a cold, damp washcloth on my mouth and give a couple of brushes to my hair. I had no time to pick out a new wardrobe and remembered my clothes were downstairs. As I began to rush out of the bed room I quickly looked back and saw the bed in complete disarray. I made a mental note that I had to make up the room as soon as I returned.
I ran down the stairs and began to reclaim my clothing. However, my panties were no where in sight. Where were they? Buried under a pillow or the furniture? I began to toss pillows and lift magazines, but quickly realized I had no time for a full search. After giving a quick sigh, I threw on my pants without the underwear and completed dressing.
Just as I began to gather my purse, I heard Ann's Fiat start and its horn toot. I rushed to a front window and leaned my hand onto the glass. She was smiling up at my window and waving a scarf or handkerchief back and forth slowly. A gesture of farewell. No. I saw then that it was not a scarf. She was actually waving my panties at me as she pulled out of the drive. Her brake lights flashed just before the car took off up the street.
"So long" I mouthed.
(To be continued)
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