"Bobby HILLIARD? He's a GEEK!!" Yep. Saw them walking home together from the libraryyesterday," Debbie reported with an air of quietsatisfaction, "hel...d hands all the way down Ridgewick Drive.You know Bobby Hilliard, Jessie?"Jessica shook her head; she didn't even know who SuzyCatterson was. Nor did she care. Jessie's mind waselsewhere. Her hands fumbled with the hem of her dress,which she knew was going to ride up around her panties atthe earliest opportunity. It was one of those immutablelaws. We decided to pull the cards for Freaky Friday a few days in advance, to give us time to prepare for the night and to give time for the anticipation to build. From the moment he drew the 'Mock Bondage' card from his kink jar, his fate was sealed. I took my time thinking about what I wanted to do and say. All that is left now is to play it out. I'm wearing my sexy Catholic schoolgirl outfit, step one in rendering him powerless. I thought about using the naughty nun costume for Sister Cate, but I. Whenever Shannon and Brinn and I discovered some new joy, we overindulged in it immediately. Like I said, Brinn had rubbed my bump raw before. And the fact that Uncle Bob didn’t do that ... didn’t go for broke ... didn’t get whatever he could ... had this vaguely important aura about it that, while I didn’t fully understand it, I knew was really important.“Okay,” I said. “But you will do it again someday ... right?”“Yes,” he said. “When I think you’re ready.”“Okay.”The next day I was listening. As I pass him, I purposely drop my scarf. If he doesn’t pick it up it doesn’t matter, but if he does…then he needs to follow me and fun things can happen. I get out to my car and pause for a moment waiting to listen for footsteps behind me. I hear them and grip my pepper spray in one hand prepared if it is not him. Then my heart beats faster and faster. I spin around to see him. “You dropped this, and with the little amount of clothing you wear you look like you could use it,” he says, his.