The early afternoon she spent shopping for last minute items carefully follow the list she received by email. She wandered through the store, the list in her hand beginning to crumple from repeated folding and unfolding. Each time she looked into her cart she flushed, the warmth tinting her skin with pink. She knew, she was just sure that anyone looking into her cart could immediately discern the pattern to her choices. That, the champagne and the strawberries, the honey and chocolate sauce were for a romantic meeting was obvious. The other items, those were the ones that made her shiver and wonder if the moms and ordinary people could see into her. The new package of clothespins, old-fashioned wooden ones with the spring clip�they seemed to shriek out sexual discipline to her�. surely everyone could sense that? Then there was the ginger paste that confused her and slightly alarmed her, she knew how hot ginger could be and wondered at the uses He may have for it. The taper candles looked innocuous unless ones mind moved to hot wax as hers did as she placed them in her cart next to the bag of ice cubes. Looking at the list again, her fingernail tracing the words as she wound her way up and down the aisles, she paused and looked around to make sure no one was watching. She chided herself � I have every right to purchase these things, nothing wrong with it at all�be brave� as she picked up the large tub of Vaseline and a smaller bottle of baby oil. Suddenly, as she looks in her cart she shivers with arousal and fear and most of all, the unknowing of it all. Rapidly, she strode to the registers and placed everything on the belt. She is careful in her unloading, she mentally begs the boy ringing her up not to link her purchases together, for him not to look at her knowing her state of mind and her state of almost painful arousal. As she hands over her credit card, she is unable to meet his eyes fearful of discovery and nearly sighs with relief as he blankly hands her the slip to sign. In her car once more, she laughs aloud at herself and at her silliness but oh so relieved that no one seemed to notice that her purchases were for a night of passion, and other things.
As she places the champagne and the strawberries into the refrigerator she sings softly to herself. Her hair floats around her face as she spins around with a smile. �Oh it looks so nice in here!� �music! I need music now� she darts to the stereo and nibbles a finger as she decides on Vivaldi. With the music filling her house she moves languidly to the bathroom to prepare herself for Him.
