I couldn't wait to get back home to see if I had a delivery that morning. On the train journey home I kept imagining all the positions we was going to... be getting into and hoped that our new toys was going to bring us a lot of excitement. I got home to find a card from the postman saying a parcel had been left with my neighbour and I felt disappointed that I had to wait another day to examine the goods. I sent you a text to tell you I had arrived back home and that our parcel was next door and. . so pure and beautiful... if only we could... you know... do something to... ? I don't know how to say it? Man has... we get... oohhh God, Rachael, I'm in pain most of the time. I don't know... ?" Oh Bill! I do know. You don't have to tell me more. But, like... now I'm the one who's having difficulty saying what I want... but I think I prob'ly feel a lot like you do. Except you're the one that gives me those feelings. I? I had a minister last year... a student minister... and he showed me.... I dressed for the Cop Out. I put on a push up bra and bikini panties. Both were white, since I was sure no one was going to see them. Even so, I wanted clean underwear just in case. On the outside I wore jeans and a top with a scoop neckline.I walked through the door of the Cop Out at exactly 9 PM. The place was pretty empty, even for a weeknight. Jerry sat at the bar, but Blevins was nowhere to be seen. "So, Jerry. I missed you Saturday night. Did you have a date?" No date, I hear I should. It formed the base of the cul de sac and it was as if the entire road lead into its gates. Before I could speak into the intercom the gates opened and I proceeded slowly up the drive. As the house came into view it was not a disappointment. Its whiteness stood out against the lush green garden and looked like it had come straight out of a magazine. Not exactly sure where to park I stopped a little way back and headed to the front door on foot. My car would have looked unsightly in front of this.