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on I-405 but I still managed to arrive with three minutes to spare.
I used the time to freshen up my face in the rearview mirror, then waited an
extra two minutes which was as "fashionably late" as I could stand to
be.
    As I
approached the coffeehouse entrance, I felt like I was leaving a dotted trial
of girl juice on the hot sidewalk behind me. I paused for a moment, preparing
myself for his soul-stealing gaze, then reached out and twisted the knob. My
eyes eagerly launched themselves across the room to the table where he'd been
seated just twenty-four hours earlier. And there to my complete amazement
sat…Randy from Sunset RV Sales.
    How did I
know Randy's name? Because over the years he had given everyone in town his
business card at least ten times apiece. The man seemed to possess no memory
whatsoever. Instead he just went through life meeting everyone he knew, again
and again. How he afforded all those business cards, I will never understand.
    At any rate,
on that particular day, all I knew was that he was not the man I was looking
for. I did a complete sweep of the room to find nothing but regulars. Boring,
pathetic people reading books, researching school subjects and surfing the web
while their cocks and pussies lay in coma.
    I told
myself that it would be okay. After all it was only two minutes past the
agreed upon time, and besides he could afford to be as late as he wanted. He
had all the control; a fact that was as delightful as it was unfamiliar to me.
    I decided to
simply order my usual, find a table, and wait. What else could a pantyless
girl do? But as Ryan passed my order over the pick-up counter he blurted,
"Oh, hey, I almost forgot!"
    "What's
that?" I asked.
    He reached
under the counter, produced a four-inch, silver colored box, and slid it across
to me. A white satin ribbon was tied around it, holding the top in place.
    "Some
guy said to give you this."
    "What
guy?" I asked, feeling my face flush with excitement.
    "I
don't know, didn't leave a name," Ryan said, "He kind of acted like
you were expecting it."
    Oh, I was
expecting it all right. I just didn't know what IT was.
    Thanking
him, I took the box and tucked it safely under my arm, picked up the cappuccino
and said, "Hey, by the way, has anyone ever mentioned that you look like a
young Errol Flynn?"
    "I
don't know who that is," he answered.
    "He was
an old black and white movie actor."
    "Oh,
well that explains it," he said, "I hate black and white
movies."
    "Why?"
I asked.
    "Because
they aren't in color," he explained in all seriousness.
    And to think
that just over a day ago I'd had a little crush on him!
    I smiled
politely and found the nearest unoccupied table. Surveying the room one last
time, I slowly pulled the end of the ribbon, lifted the box top and peered
inside.
    Something
purple. Sparkly.
    Whatever it
was I couldn't risk revealing it in public. I took a long sip of my coffee
drink--wishing it was something stronger--closed the box and made for the
restroom. The door to the restroom had no lock so I commandeered the only
stall and latched it shut. I took a deep breath, reached into the box and
removed a stunning thong panty, covered with lavender rhinestones. A small
card was attached emblazoned with strong, male handwriting: "Wear these
for the remainder of the day."
    Not a
"please." Not a "thank you." Just a shockingly arrogant
command.
    Discarding
the box, I immediately did as I was told. However, as I stepped into the
unusual gift, I noticed something particularly odd. A soft, silicone nubbin
was strategically placed such that it would likely nestle itself just beneath
my clit. I finished sliding them on and, sure enough, felt the bonus feature
gently part my lips.
    As I exited
the stall and walked to the sink, the nubbin stirred my saucepan, bringing it
to an immediate simmer. I placed my hands on the vanity, caught my breath, and
looked into the mirror.
    Really,
Lauren? Is that all it takes? For twenty-eight years you make the few