If it means that much to you” she agreed. She had a gut instinct that she might live to regret the decision but she loved Allan so much, this was wh...at he wanted so badly so, why not? Anyway, maybe she would enjoy the experience, she always felt sexy when she went out, her clothing adding to her natural beauty and attracted lots of attention. She’d always found the attention exhilarating, even amusing provided it didn’t get too heavy and, with their role playing recently, maybe she could. She could also buy cloth from a bolt of material and needles along with thread of all colors and sizes to make shirts and dresses for the family.Malcolm Bonner was behind the front counter waiting on a woman and her two daughters as they bought food staples, then asked for a few yards of material they had picked out for dresses.He looked up as a tall Indian walked in his store followed by another tall young man. They both wore badges of the law and looked very formidable with their handguns. ”Her eyes lit up and a little smile came across her face. “I want to stay in. I want you to make dinner and then I want us to spend the evening together doing what I want.”“You’re on.” I eagerly accepted hoping the evening would be like the ones we used to have.“You have dinner ready for us at seven. I have to stop on the way home and pick up a few things,” she explained. * * *Friday came and I. " I can deal with that. So, what are the ground rules?" I already said I'm not sleeping with you," Sandra reminded me. "And I don't suppose we should leave any permanent marks." I thought she said that teasingly, but I wasn't positive."What?" I'm sure my eyes bugged out; in fact I know they did. "Permanent marks? What the hell are you planning to do to me?" I'd been thinking of having Sandra prance around the house in a skimpy maid outfit or something. And she's talking permanent marks? I told.