“Did you get a tuxedo okay?” she asked.“Not yet. It’s having a couple of alterations made, but it should be ready this afternoon, subject to a... final fitting,” I replied. Then a thought occurred to me. “Shouldn’t I have the receipt for the prom package with me in case the rental shop wants to check it?”Cayenne sighed with annoyance. “I promised Marcus I wouldn’t let the receipt out of my hands. I guess I’ll have to drive you again. Meet me in the car park after lessons.”The afternoon was. I hadn’t planned on waking you up this way, not that I didn’t enjoy it,” he smirked. “Thank you Sir, it was a very pleasant way to wake up. Would you mind if I went to the bathroom to clean up?” I asked. “Not at all love,” he said as he padded off to head out to the kitchen. Thank God he didn’t want to watch me pee again. I am not sure I could handle the emotional turmoil before I can talk to him. Cleaning myself up, I donned my robe and headed to the kitchen to enjoy his cooking. I sat. "This is the shallow end. The deep end is watching us from right over there."Jon could see us from his chair just inside the French doors to their room, a fact of which I was already keenly aware. Definitely a new scene for me, but just as definitely a turn on."And you know what he really likes to watch?" Nic went on. "Boys kissing."We were both grinning as we came together. Kissing boys was still very new to me, but he was damned good at it. His tongue was practiced and facile, moving in and. She was expecting to find confusion and consternation, but the town was surprisingly calm.Her people were not on the street. She slipped through the alley between the bank and general store and checked the rear honey-wagon road. It was pretty obvious that the wagon hadn't made a pickup in quite some time ... like years? ... maybe.Placing her perfumed handkerchief over her nose and taking very shallow breaths only as often as absolutely necessary, she was peeking in backdoors up the street ....