Right now, I'm in Cooper's car, and we're heading to a Chinese restaurant. His eyes are fixed on the road while mine are on the window. It's a few minutes past 8:00 p.m.; he picked me up from the house just a little while ago. Neither of us has spoken a word since the ride started. It's not as if we don't have anything to discuss; I think we're both holding back until after dinner.
Well, the dinner is just a formality; the real reason I'm in his car is for sex—as I promised him. This evening, after I woke up from my rest, I had a long, warm bath. I didn't bother with accessories or makeup. I just wore a short, plain gown—no panties, no bra. I mean, what's the use? They'd just be in the way later. So I didn't bother; my nipples are pushing against my dress, and I might have been embarrassed any other day, but right now? I don't care.
