Just over an hour later, I was home, quickly closing the door on the cold outside, "Abi... darling, I'm home." I called, as I removed my coat, and glo...ves, and moved into the sitting room, where I found you sitting in an armchair, watching TV. You smiled lopsidedly up at me, as I bent to carefully take your poor swollen face in my hands and softly kiss your forehead, then knelt in front of you, gathering you into my arms."Mmmmmm," you murmured, snuggling back against me.My arms tightened around. I'm taken by surprise when someone walks right past me. Mesmerized by the music, I spot her at the last second. Although I don't see her face I immediately recognize Samantha, Ernie's little sister. She is wearing a white formfitting t-shirt that shows of her perky breasts and a pair of green hot pants which perfectly hug her ass. She probably has gym class next. Her perfectly sculpted body and her pitch black hair have messed with many guy's heads. She is one of the it-girls at the school. My. At the twentyminute mark, she decides the interviewer is just playing one of those funinterview games, one where they try to force the interviewee into beingantagonistic. Screw that, she thinks, and stubbornly refuses to play the game.She conjures him in her mind, his face, his body, his smell, his touch . . .the list is endless. She closes her eyes and smiles. Silly, really, how justthe thought of him can calm her. Thirtyminutes. Should she go get someone, she wonders? She decides against it,. "Now I guess we should get dressed and ready for tonight." We both got dressed. I watched her as she put on some of the sexiest clothes I've seen her wear since the evening with Sean. First she put on a tiny thong panty with a very sexy looking white shelf bra. Then she slipped on a pair of tight little white shorts and a loose and kinda sheer turquoise colored blouse. Then she put on her new open toed sandals which showed off her manicured nails so nicely and had 3-4 inch heels with straps.