It was a scramble getting everything ready in time: getting the dining room table nicely laid out with place-settings and candles and a bottle of wine, getting the sauce simmering, making the salad and slicing some crusty bread and, when everything was complete except for the pasta itself, getting herself ready.
She showered quickly. Then, in her bathrobe, she put up her hair—it looked different without the bangs, but still very nice—and did her make-up and put on her earrings.
When she was ready she went to her closet and retrieved the beautiful bra and panties he’d given her. Being a little more fastidious than Peter she had cleaned them afterwards, though she hadn’t worn them since that night. Oh god, she was on fire! The heat between her legs was unbearable! Oh! She must have missed a question from her mother because she was suddenly asking if Jane was still there.
“Yes, Mom,” she quickly replied. “Sorry—I have some pasta cooking and I think it’s done.”
Her mother began to wind up the conversation with some small things that needed to be done around the house, but she might as well
