“Well, based on our conversation last night, I was expecting to find a burglar in my bedroom early this morning ... Poor little ol’ defenseless me... with only a flimsy little white silk teddy to protect me,” she purred.“A burg-? ... Wait, wha-? ... Oooohhhh yeah ... yeah a burglar!” I blurted out as it finally dawned on me what the hell she was talking about. “Yeah, yeah ... What time is it?”“8:30”“Really?! Oh ... I ... I honestly had no idea, babe! I’m sorry I fucked up our early-morning play. This is my gift to you." I opened it later that night. On the inside of the card was a picture of her in a very sexy NASCAR white and black checkerboard full body suit that fitted tightly to her body. The inside of the card said: "Happy Birthday. Next week I have the house to myself on Thursday and Friday all day and night. If you want to come over, I have a few more outfits I bought for you. I thought you might. I also have a new camera that you can use to keep the memories at home. Now you. I liked the way it looked. I liked the upward curve. I thought about how it might feel in my mouth… Then he sent a text."You want to suck? Come over."I thought about it. I thought about it for a good twenty seconds. Then I responded."Where? When?"I waited for a few minutes. I opened a bottle of wine and took a couple of good, long swallows. Still, there was no response. Another guy started trying to entice me, but he was miles away. Then I got that notification sound, and I. "I want to thank you for getting me all these nice clothes. I really lovethem."Sharon told him he was welcome then wondered if she had created a monsterin the clothing department. She wondered if he was now going to keepwearing women's clothes. She had never thought about the effects theclothes would have on him.At home he put the remaining clothes away and hung her black knit dress upvery carefully. He knew she took excellent care of her clothes.That night Rosa called and told them her mother.